Gay Geezer Getting Up After a Big Bad Fall

My man. When he’s good, he’s good. When he’s not, he is the worst. He’s bought me cars. He’s taken me on fabulous trips . Eleven years now, but I still don’t know what he is going to do next. Why so dreadful now? Here’s what I think: his partner of 43 years died of COPD. A horrible and slow death. My D, always wanting to be independent, nursed him. A terrifying moment at the end, which is not to be said or written about. Trauma and double Trauma. His beloved sister was dying of cancer the same time. After these deaths, D mourned for a year. That’s when I showed up. Two sources of anxiety: death and finding someone to take care of him when he got old. Sorry, honey.