(It’s that time again : Five Minute Friday. Join Kate Motaung’s blogging community and write freely for five minutes about the word “free.” Then link it to her blog and read all of the others.)
FREE is a loaded word for me. Yes, I could write about the free candy I got at CVS yesterday or the free (gift) ticket to Winterthur Museum or even the free pedicure that my friends gave me for my birthday. But what weighs most heavily on my mind is my life as the wife of an Alzheimer’s patient.
I am not free.
Maybe it’s harder for me because Bo and I were always independent …. we enjoyed one another’s company immensely, but we also liked to do things by ourselves. He had his golf, I had my dancing; he loved the casino, I loved traveling; he liked to be alone, I liked a lot of people around me. Yet I think this made our marriage more healthy.
Now, however, I am never “free” even though we have a caregiver living in our house. I account for my time, I always sleep at home, I can’t do things on the spur of the moment. Can’t just jump in the car and run an errand or have lunch with a friend.
But I am whining, aren’t I? It’s just that sometimes this is hard for me. But then I think of others ….