She was your caregiver for at least 20 years
She was there for you in so many ways
She loved you.
Now she is done, she cannot be the caregiver
She is sick and needs to care give herself
The marriage is dead.
She wants and deserves a life!
You’re dragging her down
If you don’t let go, she will leave.
And where does that leave you?
A crip who courts death
Who cannot experience joy.
Who sits in front of this computer
Barely able to move
Alone, frightened, helpless.
Awaiting her return from a short get-a-way
Not expecting a welcome home greeting
But rather the continuation of the transition.
A transition from husband to friend,
From lover to observer,
From one who is intimate,
To one who is the stranger!