I am cooking dinner for us. Tarragon salmon with lemon, baked, carrots, peas and steamed rice. My mood was awful earlier, a rare thing. Hubby smoking dope again and not seeking competent help really stresses me out with his return to work coming soon. I suddenly feel helpless. My doctor does not seem to be able to do anything about brian, who is also his patient. He will die a stoner. And I will have to suffer his mood swings and anger forever.
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