My husband (yes, he is still that) gets out of the psych hospital tomorrow.  Before they kick him free, they insist on a meeting with his family.  His 2 daughters and a son-in-law went.

They talked about how well he was doing, what meds he would be on, and how he needs to get out of the place he is staying as Sandy is so super-depressed all the time which, in turn, brings him down.  Yes, the goal is for them to find him a place.

And never once was this place mentioned as a choice.  Not even as an also ran.  It is killing me that everyone is making plans for his continued happiness and I am not one part of it.

Yet he tells them to send  me his love every day.  What kind of fucked up love is that?  Am I the only one confused by that?