I wasn’t asking permission to abandon my husband.
I was admitting that I couldn’t do it alone anymore.
Karen arrived the next morning carrying a folder.
Of course she did.
That was Karen.
When life became difficult, she researched it.
Inside were brochures for a skilled nursing facility about twenty minutes from our house.
I toured it two days later.
It was clean.
The staff seemed kind.
There was a garden.
A television room.
Organized activities.
Everything looked perfectly acceptable.
I hated all of it.
I sat in my car
