Today went well until about 5.30pm when it all went downhill.  Pete suddenly seemed to get very angry about something and couldn't establish what was wrong.  Then he has spent the rest of the evening mostly with head in hands, muttering (in his own way) and moaning - and still don't know what it is about. He says he is not in pain or feeling ill.  These are the times I feel I am pretty useless and also feel very alone.  As I once  read, it is like pushing rocks with feathers at times.  Just want the day to end, and hope for better times tomorrow.  I will get over it though.