I really should have been journaling my experience with raising my son, but I was too busy juggling. Juggling a marriage, a mother with Alzheimer’s disease, a career and pursuing higher education, and dealing with the loss. No wonder it seems like a big blur. The irony is not lost on me that, I can’t remember. I do have to thank my ex husband for his lack of involvement with my son from the beginning, because it taught me how to be a single parent up front. My ex husband conveniently worked afternoons, which exempted him from a lot of things, but that’s another story for another day.
One thing with looking after a sick loved one is that “guilt” will be your new best friend. I always felt guilty. This is why when I look back at the almost 18 years, I now understand why people say, “how did you do all of that?” Yeah, how did I?