Nessie and I have already been staying with my parents for two weeks. It’s lovely. A big change of scenery for me. Something different than my own house, and my dog-walking route with Nessie.
When I call home T. sounds happier every day. He listens to music, doesn’t have to tiptoe around the house, does some chores, and has some friends over. And when he cleans the house for yet another viewing (in the past 2 weeks another 3) it is much less work without a muddy dog and a messy wife. He charges his battery.
Occasionally, we both need some distance. We are doing really well together, but it is not always easy. Many things have changed since my stroke, and so has our relationship. Life is a lot less bubbly and happy-go-lucky than before.
I am so glad that I am welcome in Brabant. Breathing space. Charging the battery. For him and for me. Then it’ll be extra nice when I go back home in a week (or 2).