I Thought Putting My Husband in a Nursing Home Was the Only Choice, Until I Found What He’d Been Keeping in His Nightstand

minutes.

Then I washed my face.

Walked back into the kitchen.

And made dinner.

That night, I called Karen.

Before I could lose my nerve, I said,

“I think Dad needs to go somewhere that can take care of him.”

There was silence on the phone.

Then Karen said,

“Mom, I think you need someone to take care of you too.”

That sentence broke something open inside me.

I had expected her to argue.

I expected her to insist we try harder.

Instead, she understood what I was really saying.