He is hurting in a way I have never seen before. We have faced years of illness and I have always tackled it head on. Actively participating in events to raise money for charity, doing bike rides, running, raffle tickets etc. His sisters comments were mean and she added in for extra effect his mother didn't like me. I can hold my head high and say I loved your mum, I know her last words were I worry for your sisters, she knew what I knew, poisonous souls fester and rot and nothing good comes from them. I guess it's why he won't talk of it. Yes, my prayers are for him now. I've said them for her. He is my rock, my life and my essence for being, I am grateful to have him in my life.