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Tonight I struggle as I write, I struggle to put my thoughts and fears into words that will be read. Tonight, I feel as though I am grieving, I feel so alone. Tonight, my heart is breaking in a million pieces for someone I love dearly. Tonight, I know he’s fearing the unknown and there is nothing I can do to to ease his worries. Tonight, I cry.
For those of you who have been my following piece about my husband being diagnosed with Pulmonary Hypertension you may understand why tonight is difficult, not just for me but for my husband as well. I suffer from generalized anxiety disorder which can steal my sanity and physical well being but tonight, I begged for peace of mind so I can give my husband 110%, after all, he’s given me and our entire family 200% his entire life. My husband has always put us first and doesn’t complain. He’s always been an optimistic man during the hardest of times.
My husband began working 35 hours per week at the age of 14
Due to personal issues within my husbands family, he had no choice but to find a job to pay for his Catholic Education, clothing and also help to buy food and pay for partial utilities and rent… the utilities and rent part began when he reached the ripe age of 16. In hindsight, I’m sure the stress of working full time as a teen and having to find his own…
