The title kind of sums it up. I'm sitting at my desk after 2 months of being sick. Coughing, breathing issues, pneumonia, bronchitis, swollen and painful ribs and muscles. I have not stopped working, not stopped caring for Bob, even when I was sleeping in the recliner because it hurt too much to lay down. This week - I'm better. And he gets covid. Firstly, he got covid because he doesn't wear a mask if he doesn't "have to" and I think he's reckless and ridiculous. We've had multiple conversations about this - including the impact to ME if he gets sick or if I get sick. He does his own thing. He was exposed because he was in a cab with a driver sneezing and coughing and then worked in a soup kitchen. So there's that resentment, festering. The fact that I have to always think about others, always put others first, never get to do what i want or make time for me.. and he won't wear a mask in cabs and while he volunteers unle...