Our focus is so resolutely on her needs.
Mine are afterthoughts at best, squeezed in at the end of the day, once hers have been completely satisfied, after hers have been completely satisfied.
Important things must be fought for, for instance, rest at home during a bad flu, on a day when she wants to get her nose pierced.
Nevermind. The end is coming. Let it slide.
Life begins with her departure.