Bo had two breakfasts and at 10:30 he wanted to know if we were having lunch. He awoke early in a good mood as usual, greeting me and talking. Then he asked when he is going home, and I knew that he didn’t think I was his wife. I got him coffee and oatmeal and went to take my shower. When I came back downstairs, he hugged me and I asked if he knew who I was.
“I’m not sure, he said.
“I’m your wife.”
“Really, Nancy, ” It wasn’t a question; it was a statement.
This was an insight. Subconsciously he knew me and used my name, but when he thought about it, he didn’t. Then we had the “How long?” and “We own this house? Together?” conversation throughout his second breakfast.
Recently, it struck me. I have to do my homework. I need to begin preparing in case there’s a major change and I must make a decision about Bo’s future: A place where he will be cared for and safe.
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