That was a shocking answer. He admitted to a fifth a day. Seriously? And that is just what I said and got told yes. Man, oh man. I am so oblivious to my own life. And I can't even fathom it. If I drank a fifth of anything I would be at the morgue, except I would be passed out before I ever got half way. That did explain why for the last couple of years any conversation I had with Dave after 4 p.m. he would not remember ever. And when I commented on him not remembering he would get snappy and that ended the comments, as well as conversations after 4 p.m. I was really beginning to wonder if I had two people with dementia going on. At least with Mom I knew for sure.
Obviously right now I am doing my own processing. And working through what emotions I am suppose to be feeling, but I'm pretty numb.
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