Needy

Dennis gets so needy when I am involved in someone else's life - or death, in this case. He was extra needy when my dad died, when I was spending time cleaning out my parent's house, and now, once again.

I think it is because he wants to help, and he cannot. So, instead he wants more of my attention, and frankly, I don't have the energy left to feed his needs.

So he wakes me up in the middle of the night. I cannot understand him at night. He wants something, or wants to say something, but I can't give him what he wants because I don't know what he wants. So he sighs and moans, and I am wide awake.

And, now both of us are whining - he in bed and me right here. Sigh.....

Until later,
Ann and Dennis

Happy Thanksgiving, one and all.