I agree with some of what you’ve said, but everything isn’t as cut and dry as it seems. In some cases she has become the head of the household, but only because she’s the one still working and supporting us 40+ hours a week.
I’ve realized in the past few months that if there’s something or someplace I’d like to go or do, that I’ve been asking if it’s alright instead of just telling her what I’d like to do. I’m making a point of not doing that anymore.
Unfortunately, I lost the war over my kitty Abby Normal being a member of our family any more. Becky had zero patience with her and wanted nothing to do with the cat, and it came to a head about 2 weeks ago when she came unhinged and told me she “hated that fucking cat” on more than one occasion. This from a devout christian who never swears and hates it whenever I do.
I consider myself tougher than most people my age due to the chronic pain and numbness I deal with 24/7 and have for almost a decade now. Mentally, it just drags you down, especially during the Winters up here. Some days are okay, and other days are bad, both mentally and physically.
Financially, we barely get by on a monthly basis now with the price of everything going through the roof. My disability payment is less than half of what I was making 7 years ago when I was still working. Imagine yourself losing 60% of your income every month and then imagine where you’d be after 7 years. It hasn’t been fun.
We do need each other in order to survive in this world, but it’s what we’ve got at this moment. I would just like to go to a few shows to get a live music fix, and hopefully watch our 4 grandkids grow up. Unfortunately, life doesn’t happen the way you’d like it too.