the wee small hours

Well it was 10pm Tuesday night before my beloved finished working, she only gets paid until 5pm, any way she is now having a day off for our granddaughters birthday and the furrowed lines melted away as she was safely ensconced in the Caravan at a well known resort! Well that is, well known to us! I have been really ill with god knows what, my bet is that it is stress related, my hearts been in boogie rhythm today and that is really is knackering. I suppose my real Beef is that I cannot convince her that she is being bullied she is starting to believe what her supervisor is telling her, she has been brainwashed, she has no fight and it is frustrating to see her self esteem ebb away, the smiles and the laughing has been wrought out of her and all that seems to be left is the husk of the person she once was. Yes, sometimes I see the odd flashes but it was like Dad and Altzhiemers, they got fewer and further apart. I really don't know what I could possibly do next, I suppose it would be to get a job paying zillions and then give her the long retirement she deserves, although, given the status of my health, that is further away than winning the lottery! My fear is that if she doesn't have closure with a positive result for her then it will stay with her for the rest of her life and blight all our lives. I would give my eye tooth to have that confidant, smiley, exhuberant person back in my life. Stuff the National Trust they are wrecking our lives.