King's Daughter's Kitchen

I’m working on the ending, the best part. The beginning almost killed us both. The two of us have lived in this three bedroom house for years. Because of Lewy Body Dementia, I am cleaning it out and selling it alone. Today, I found my five piece luggage set in his tool room. It is packed with unopened eBay boxes full of items ordered with our house payments. I’m glad I found the boxes. This explains and helps me to forgive a lot.

First, there was screaming, me at him about irresponsibility and a possible affair that never happened. Then, him screaming back about being treated like a baby and being monitored by his wife.

Next came his several car wrecks due to his poor depth perception, and his nightmares and accusations due to delusions. Falls separated us finally when I had to call the fire department to help pick him up off the floor.

Now, he has the care he needs. I am able to take care of myself and our world. It took months of hard work and trips, still, to the food bank to catch up on our bills. In all, God provides and fights for us. I see His handiwork in big and small moments.

I stayed bitter, I confess, about the lost money, because I had to work hard, think hard, lose sleep, and go hungry to replace it alone.

Now, actually in the past two months I’ve just let the bitterness go. It doesn’t matter anymore. Everything is material stuff anyway. My husband doesn’t know the day of the week, let alone remember that he spent money on unopened packages. The most important thing to me today is to hear him say, “I love you so much, Sweetheart,” at the other end of the telephone.