[ WP ] After a long period of chronic emotional pain , a character reaches his/her/its breaking point .

MY eyes water uncontrollably, and I groan again. My left side is mostly useless, unless you count knocking things over, or dropping them. Not that my right side is much better, but at least I can hold a fork. No, I ca n't go on this way. My husband of 35 years is sitting by me. He's never cried in front of me, but I know him, and I see the unshed tears in his green-grey eyes. We've had many good years, some not so great ones, but not a sinlge one I'd trade. My family is gathered, and they know it wo n't be long. Up till now I had hope the future would be better. But I feel my strength being stolen day by day, hour by hour. Now I am just playing at being alive, I'm doing no more than exsisting. I look at him, and his green-grey eyes meet my blue ones. `` Hon,'' I whisper, being able to speak no louder, `` It's time.'' He nods, and gathers our children, and the oldest grandchildren, who have chosen to share my passing. My husband breaks open the prescription I was given for this purpose, a controlled death with my family. They have been through so much, and never left my side. Truely I am blessed in the greater scheme of things. He squeezes in my favorite flavor, strawberry water-flavor inthe the cup, and mixes it. After he is done, he looks at me. `` Babe, I spent the best years of my life with you. You'll be in my heart and mind always. Rest in peace love of my life, mother of my children.''
