I want to write something meaningful, upbeat, and hopeful, but I just don’t have the energy. Being the care giver for someone who used to be your partner, but now depends on you to make their day work right, is exhausting. We are at this stage of limbo with my husband’s PD where he doesn’t need an outside caregiver to come in and take care of him, but there is so much he gets confused about or can’t remember that it takes me being on duty pretty much 24/7 to make sure his day goes like it needs to. I live two people’s lives — but the part that is my own life is very much eclipsed by Brian’s needs. And, every night it is the same . . . I am exhausted.