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Homecoming

Living on My Own

Since Peter has been in the hospital and rehab for six weeks with a broken femur, I have been living alone for the first time in fifty years.

I have managed to do things like reset all the clocks (even the car!) to daylight savings time, work the three TV remotes, pound in a nail or two and handle other household chores that were always Peter’s responsibility. It’s nice to know that I can do those things.

But I’d rather not.

On the other hand, there are some things that aren’t so bad. The apartment is much neater. I can eat when I want to, what I want to, or not eat at all. I can watch TV or not. I can go to bed on my schedule.

But I’d rather not.

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Juliet

This is so poignant. I know that big adjustment from living with someone to living alone, but in my case I was relieved not to be living with that person any more, and I now love living alone. In your case, when you love and miss your partner so much, it's different. I admire your resilience in the face of this big challenge.

Maureen Helen

That's impressive, Judy, although I think most older women are more resilient than we think until we have to look after ourselves. Peter is a lucky man to have you to come home to when he recovers.

Still the Lucky Few

I sense the sadness, but also the wish to be practical. I hope Peter recovers soon, and you are back to being a team!

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