There are days where I know it would be easier to be alone.

It’s exhausting living with him.

Constantly cleaning up after him.

Startled awake by him falling–sounding like he’s coming through the ceiling.

He’s had a few bad falls but most are more a hit to his dignity than any injury. They all scare me to death.

To be alone…on a beach…eight hours of sleep each night…Sigh.

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