I may think that I'm at my limit and can take no more...but the world can and will dish more out. And somehow, I find the capacity to deal with it. So far.
I thought the crying and fears were the worst of it. I now know that the deteriorated health and dementia are deeper, more troubling issues.
Firemen don't particularly care for making 2:30am house calls...much less the 2nd time for the same person in one day, to-boot.
I've come to realize that my husband is Family. He's locked into a position where I no longer consider it to be an option to not be with him. He's in it for the long haul and that has been demonstrated to me dozens of times over these last few months. I would never leave him.
I am so exceptionally clear that my job is my 2nd priority.