When the power went out last night for five hours, J and I sat on the patio talking with cold draft cider and wheat beer.

And she said,

"I love him so much. I worry so much about him that I don't have energy to worry about myself. Its hard to carry  the burden of two people's problems so I carry his for now. But it would be nice sometimes to not be the strong one.I get tired reassuring and saying its going to be ok. I'm just so tired of being strong."

I felt a rush of relief and a weight lifted off my chest hearing her talk. We all have the same problem in different ways. Its nice to know that you're not alone.