It’s not for me. I am saddened and relieved that I am no longer the most important person in Burt’s life.
No, there isn’t anyone else, although during Lewy’s tenure, he’s had infatuations. Early in the journey, he asked our lawyer about divorce so he could date one of his caregivers. Why not? She was consistently kind, and I nagged.
He tells everyone that I am never here. To my relief, he stopped saying that he hates his wife, but I think he was thinking of me as a voice on the phone.
He no longer calls me randomly during the day [we’ve established that]. I’ve got my mixed feelings about not hearing from him.
The other day, he showed none of the usual enthusiasm about my homecoming.
Last week, when I said I love you, he stared at the ceiling. He used to say, “I love it when you say that.”
Every day is different. Tonight, he’s talking to me, by name. The conversation is mixed in with some delusions and a fantom friendship, but I seem to matter at this moment.
this is our life 