Promises made, promises broken
Nurse: Do you have her password?
Without getting too deep into it, the past week has been the most difficult week at home since November. And we’ve had some awful weeks in the past three months.
My insomnia makes this surreal experience all the more surreal. What little is in color is watercolored and runs together before fading to grey again.
The doc wants us to bring her back to the hospital but she was so distraught and confused the last two times that I feel it’ll only be worse a third time.
Ultimately, I have to make that decision and it is to keep her at home, however difficult that is.
Marriage is such an odd thing. You meet a stranger one night and, a little while later, you become family. To the point where I make decisions for her instead of her own parents, who have been totally supportive of all the choices I’ve made.
I have tremendous respect for them. Her mom is about the nicest person I know and her father – a war hero – is someone I would like to call a friend regardless of the reason why.
We got married five years ago this month. I told them I would always keep her safe.
I’m failing that promise right now. Keep thinking there must be something else I can do.
But there isn’t. There’s only the waiting.
The last time we were in the hospital, the nurse wanted to make sure I was family so she asked for the password I gave them when I admitted her.
It’s the same three words I’ve been saying 1,000 times an hour, every waking hour, since the beginning of November.
Me: Yes. It’s: “Please be ok.”
Music: Skies turn to the usual grey
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