It is a Messy Disease

Cheryl never likes it when I suggest she should take a shower. She accepts that information as me telling her that she stinks. She does not but I keep track of how often she washes herself in the shower. She can no longer remember that information. So, when I ask if she needs any help taking a shower and getting cleaned up and she snaps at me, I ignore it as I am able to do.

It hurts occasionally and I react to that sometimes but I feel in my heart she does not recognize the hurtful comments she makes sometimes.

Another “goal” is to keep her safe and not walk away no matter the vindictive.

Carpe Diem.

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