After nearly one year since Connie's stroke, and nearly one year of working with her through recovery therapy, I am just about emotionally spent. I am happy that my bipo has been held at bay for that amount of tim, but I think that has been stretched just about as far as it can.

I hope I am making myself clear, although I am not so sure. It isn't that I don't want to help, I don't know if I'll be able to. I can startto feel the unravelling process begin. Things have to change, but in time? I don't know.

What To Do ... What To Do ... What To Do ...

A big decision is about to be made and, if you know my track record and that I was the principle to make it, you'd question whatever decision I made. Hell, so would I. But this is one of those times that requires a decision that can't be reversed. I've made many bad decisions in my life, but this one feels right; of ourse, they didd, too.

With Connie's health problems, and her misery in dealing with the cold, snow and dreariness of an Indiana winter, it has become necessary for us to relocate to warmer climes. When we sell our house, we'll be able to use the equity to buy a place in a retirement in Florida Most come furnished with the previous occupants furniture, so taking furniture of our isn't necessary; we can replace with what we want when we get around to it.

This will be a crucial part of her therapy and recovery. Please keep us in your prayers.