So things just went downhill from there. In retrospect....was it grief? was it a diabetic low? was it just stress? I will never know, but the fights were horrendous and just seemed to grow. Hubby started making terrible decisions faster than I could absorb them. I tried to be supportive. His brother was there and pushing so hard as he needed to get things done before he went home.
Eventually, I broke down. Walked out - climbed up into the hills, found a rock and had a good cry. Hubby called asking me to come back. Well, where was I going? LOL! After I finished my cry, I went back and things were a little better. Both guys decided to back off on making changes. Things slowed down. But there were more huge fights.
I think the worst one was a sugar related one. It's been so long since I've been around him I really had to give it time to sink in. And oh, my goodness....the memories just came flooding back.
So I am back home now. He and his brother are going to keep their parent's place. I am not going back. Hubby can decide to stay or come back here - I just do not care. I have made my "rules" pretty clear - if he comes back here, he is going to keep the place clean, smell free, no fights, and deal with his problems. But I need a few weeks alone here. It has been intense. But death always is.
I am most mad at myself as I had lost 35 pounds and I have now put 20 back on. So back on the diet tomorrow and I am not going to do this again. I can't! I'm just too old. ha ha! I know it was all stress eating and I do have to get that under control.
So, how does your diabetic spouse deal with grief and sugar highs and lows. A new, rather interesting situation for me.
If he does move back, I will be back to posting more often. In the meantime, I have loads of gardening to get to as I have been gone more than I've been home this year.
