Hubby is getting to the point that he would much rather be home, than on vacation. I am the beach bum, and Treasure Island is my favorite spot.
His anxiety gets worse leading up to the trip, even though I take care of everything, and drive us down.
This evening his anxiety is close to a panic attack, and I know that he doesn’t want to be here. I feel that the beach is my way of winding down, as many of you know that I am his 24/7 caregiver. It is the only time that I am happy to leave him for an hour, to walk the beach, as I can be back with him within minutes.
Friends of ours have just phoned to see if we want to do lunch with them, after we go to church, tomorrow morning. He said ‘Yes’, so hoping this will be a positive, to stop those negative thoughts he is having.