I write things.
Recently I find myself wanting to rebel against myself more and more often. Could this be the signs of a imminent mid-life crisis where I am going to throw my life away?
The dream of us getting back together is recurring nightly as I doze off in the evening. I wake up feeling guilty, as there is somebody else beside me on the other side of the bed.
He’s not going to make it. The doctor is making him comfortable and putting him up in palliative care. A few days, if we’re lucky.