My wife is clearly exhausted by this situation. I am refractory, experiencing focals with impaired consciousness daily, often having clusters or crises like today when I had to use Valtoco to rescue myself. I know she's under immense stress after loosing her job. Today, I suggested she could have a new life after she expressed, "this is the end," leading to a bitter exchange. I was called a hypocrite and selfish. I feel like my illness isn't understood enough; it's not just about the events, but also the impact on mood, memory etc etc . Despite 33 years together, this is the first time we've had such an argument. It was a rough day—I stayed in bed, and she had a few drinks, which is unusual. I'm concerned and contemplating disappearing, perhaps seeking institutionalization. I’m not in a good place right now.