My husband used to be very interested in finding a trailer in a park along a lake with lots of people to enjoy ourselves with and a soft breeze to enjoy the summer with. I argued that I preferred to travel - cottages, Europe, cruises - and that a trailer might tie us down and force us to be home when I wanted to be exploring the world.
His disease and deterioration have made that harder. We can't find cottages easily and air travel is horrific and driving takes up most of my already-dear vacation time. He's so busy with AA and Al-Anon and church and friends, that he can barely make time to go to a park with me, so I put on an alert for wheelchair accessible cottages or trailers for sale.
This week I had an alert. A wheelchair accessible trailer, about an hour from here on an excellent lake in a well known park. I set up a viewing and excitedly told Bob. Who was not interested. Too much partying and new people. He's busy here, at home. He'd rather either fix up the back yard here or buy in Curve Lake. I've cancelled the viewing.
I feel like there's no compromise with him. That as he gets older he makes up his mind suddenly and based on feelings or something somebody told him. He ate Miso and Tahini on rice cakes for three months because our sister in law thought it good for gut health. It's gross. Now he doesn't want a trailer. And we're back to arguing about moving away.
Sigh.
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