This frightens me.
This and the fear that there will be nothing more for the rest of our years together.
That he will never come back and I will remain here without him.
That the Changeling is all I have.
But what scares me even more, isn’t that this will never change but that it will change.
That one day, the Changeling, the pale copy of the man I love, will need more care than I can give him and I will have to let him go forever.
My husband loved to hike, but the Changeling cannot leave his wheelchair. Multiple Sclerosis has robbed him blind.
Surely, this cannot be my husband? Can it?