So, I’m standing in Clinton’s, looking at all the cards with “To my special wife” and “To the one I love…”, while “All I Want For Christmas Is You” is playing.
I was *this* close to full meltdown. I got away with a crack in my voice at the till.
I'm Simon. I was the husband and carer of a woman with progressive Multiple Sclerosis. Warning: very blunt and frank content.
A Husband For A Carer 