My husband is in a facility where he can not come home. He has been there for only one short month. I visit him twice a week. Travel time each way is 2 hrs. There are no goodbye kisses. He needs to be distracted when I leave.
I have to then quickly disappear. I still do things for him. Shopping for clothes and shoes that never fit. Most clothes he has are too large. I also do some laundry. A few pieces at a time. Most people say, wow you have your life back now that he is out of the house. This is easier said than done. It is raw emotions, none the less. Not every visit is pleasant. FTD is not easy to deal with.