Sunday, February 22nd, 2026 12:27 pm
Brian's organs all failed, and his doctors and I agreed therewas no point in trying to keep him alive. The man I loved, who actually loved my surly truthful self, was gone. Never coming back. A vegetable on a machine. Time to pull the plug on the respirator. That was what he trusted me to do. To be wise and loving and know when to give up. I wish I could cease to miss him all the time. I've tried rekindling friendship with my husband, but he's hopelessly no fun. He's just a d/s/our old man who, it turns out, can't remember his past without physical manifestations of it.


