Some consolation knowing Jill’s gut must be in knots every time she is in public with Joe.
Like being with a toddler never knowing if he will pick his nose, poop his pants, do something stupid or have a tantrum.
Jill and his staff deserve every bit of anxiety that Joe causes.
Jill, Jill, Jill. Al this public torment you find yourself in would go away in a minute if you would just persuade Joe (and yourself) to resign from the Presidency and get some REAL help for Joe. Even if it is only palliative care for the nest few months, as he sinks further and further into his private darkness.