I have a lot more friends now that I'm single. Now that I'm not nursing Hubby I have been able to go out and meet new people, and have time to get reaquainted with old friends. My life was restricted to those interests that we had together. Now I can keep those up and add new experiences.
To start with I wanted to look after Hubby. It was my job and I wanted him to get better, and I went to great lengths to try to facilitate him being able to live a full life again. But he didn't want to get better and made no attempt to help himself. I tried everything I could because I loved him and it broke my heart to see him in a mess. But without him taking responsibility for his own health I was fighting a losing battle.
For at least 5 years I was living with the stress of watching him destroy himself, and the worse he got the closer he wanted me. It got to the stage where he resented me doing anything at all. I spent the time crying when I was at home with him, watching him suffer, or feeling guilty if I went out because I was abandoning him. I wasn't even allowed to leave him long enough to do housework or make a proper meal, so my home environment began to suffer which added to my stress levels. Eventually I realised that I wasn't living my own life at all, but I was purely an extension of him because he had become so controlling.
I would have loved to have back the person that I married, but it became obvious that he was gone forever.