Well on a good note my man got a new job today as a cook at a nursing home. Eager to wait for his arrival to hear all about his day. Anyhow, I met him through his ex wife. A year later after visiting them twice, he messages me on Facebook. They didn't work out so we chilled together and I got to know him and my in-laws. We get along wonderfully and I can tell them anything. They are never judge mental and are very open minded people with awesome opinions. I truly love them all. Him and I became very great friends, hanging out constantly and opening up to each other about who we are. So around two months straight I stayed the night with them every chance I got. In October of 2012 on Halloween weekend I began to move in and we got together that day on the 29th officially.
My mom and dad in-law are both disabled. She has no cartilage in her knees and has horrible case of arthritis, bless her heart. He is a Vietnam vet with PTSD and sadly we are beginning to think dementia. He is transgendered and I fully support that. As long as he/she is happy then I am just as much. He/she has a hernia on his/her stomach from a surgery I do believe. He's/she's had several strokes and open heart surgery in the last year or so. I'm coming to understand how hard it is for a person to be fully independent and then all the sudden be considered "handicapped". It's frustrating at times trying or even struggling to do something on a daily basis that used to seem so simple back when. Wishing every moment, every second of the day; "Is there something I could have possibly done to change what could have been", "Or prevent doing something to change what happened", etc.
My man has been a caregiver for his mothers parents and his own. I love everybody so much in this house it's unreal! I can't wait to marry him and into the family. They are my rock in the rough and a wonderful support group.
That's it for tonight. Goodnight. Thanks for reading! :-)
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