MW has created a very strict, very
inconvenient diet that she wholeheartedly believes helps her sleep. It is a lot
of food and it has to be eaten on schedule every day. She cannot vary these
meals. Travel is, therefore, difficult. Nevertheless, we made it to Dallas and
ate appropriately.
Surprisingly, she sleeps very well that
night. I get very little sleep - hotel noise and lights plus her
movement/snoring keep me up.
The next morning she arranged to visit
friends. These friends are casual acquaintances, but MW is head-over-heels in
love with the husband. Not sexual, but she places the burden of brotherhood on
the poor guy and he - being a decent chap - does not refute.
The plan is to have breakfast with
them, then drive back to Houston in time so she can eat her lunch. After
breakfast, they ask what plans we have - MW lies and says she’s visiting
another friend that evening. They invite us to spend the night at their house.
We go to Whole Foods, buy MW’s lunch
(Fish, Eggs, Chicken, Spinach plus some frozen meals) and she goes to their
house to cook.
They display remarkable patience as she
cooks both lunch and dinner at their house. This takes pretty much all day.
I leave with the husband to get our
food. When we return, MW has told them that we are going to spend the night
with the other friend we are supposed to be visiting. A lie and a confusing
one. My suggestion had been to leave for a couple hours, pretend to visit the
other friend, then return to spend the night with these lovely people. She
changed that plan. Reason? The guest bedroom was at the top of a winding
staircase and she was afraid she would become disoriented and tumble down the
stairs.
After diner we have to leave. MW hedges
and tells them she may want to come back and spend the night at their house.
Back-and-forth.
We spend a few hours debating over the
best course of action (no debate, really, just me telling her “whatever you
want”)
She cannot decide. Eventually it
becomes too late and we check into another hotel for the night.
Note the trend: MW has lost the ability
to make decisions. Classic HD behavior and, because of the unfortunate history
of our relationship (she has always made all decisions and any of my
suggestions are immediately discounted because… well. Because I’m me.)
crippling our lives. We can make no plans.
She does sleep well that night
(Saturday). We drive home in the morning.
The next night (Sunday) our sleeping
arrangement is once again revised. Now both queen sized mattresses have been
moved to the sitting room turning the small space into one huge bed. She sleeps
fairly well on bed-zilla.
Monday I desperately want to go back to
work (I haven’t had a moment to myself in five days!) but she looks like she’ll
have a breakdown if I force the issue so I agree to take one more day off.
Driving around in the morning, she
notices one of her toenails has turned blue. She panics. I have no idea what
she thinks would cause a blue toenail nor, when she forces me to look at it,
can I tell it is “blue”. It may be a slightly lighter shade of pink than the
other toenails - but it isn’t blue. Of course my reassurances don’t mean
anything so we drive to one of her friend’s house for him to look at it. He
used to be a nurse. He can’t tell her anything but to go see a doctor.
Shortly after this visit, the toenail
returns to a normal shade. Crisis averted. Only now she is wondering if her
behavior is indicative of HD.
No, I say.
I’m reminded of a Twilight Zone episode
- or maybe it was a comic in an old horror magazine - where a wife is convinced
her husband is a vampire because of his odd behavior. As it turns out, she is
the vampire and the husband is killing victims to keep her fed while convincing
her she is drinking juice, not blood. He loves her so much, you see, he can’t
bring himself to let her know she’s the one who is undead.
I feel you, man.
The remainder of the day is uneventful.
I’m relieved to find that enrolling her for typing and another BS class at the
community college is only $400. Money, now, is not a problem, but she is not
working and if she keeps incurring these expenses, it may soon become one.
She sleeps well Monday night too.
Which brings us up to date. I’m at work
- finally! - and very happy to be so.
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