It's as though I've been sleepwalking and suddenly woken to find myself here
It's just a crazy damned life, that's all.
But it all zipped by. One minute Marlena and I were up to our eyeballs, and the next thing we knew the kids were borrowing the car and fleeing the coop for college. And now, here I am. In my nineties and alone.
Although, pretending not to notice is almost worse than noticing.
I just can't. I'm married. I made my bed and now I have to lie in it.
When did I stop being me?