Relationships

The topics may change, but the feelings remain the same. So don’t take the bait. Don’t retaliate. Distract. Say something ridiculous.

Yes, after three years together I’m still calling him my cohabitant. We’re not roommates. Not husband and wife.

I just needed different mental ingredients, something more whimsical than work, sweeter than the mood I make on my screens.

My Aunt Grace is 90 and takes care of my uncle. The notion of lifelong caregiving strikes me as something inherently female.

For a few hours on a Saturday afternoon we all choose to be in the same boat. Kindness and trust keep us safe.

My new hearing aids are in my cohabitant’s ears. He hears me so much better now. Even told me I can lower my voice; I don’t need to yell.

Do you have blind spots? If so, I suggest putting a chalk line around them to remind yourself that this is mental dead space.