I must have more to get off my chest than I thought! Gee, it feels good to vent! Robert is out of diabetes meds right now and I told him he should make an appointment with the doctor next week. He looked at me with a blank stare and asked “What for?” Well, duh! Geesh. I just don’t know what to do anymore. Last night I caught him with a jar of jelly standing over the sink. I suppose if he goes, he’ll die a happy man. I guess that is supposed to be some dumb consolation for me? He didn’t care enough to hang around a little longer. Or maybe I’m just pissed because if he’s gonna die, I want it to be at MY hands, control freak that I am.