Titus 3:2 to speak evil of no one, to be peaceable, gentle, showing all humility to all men
Mike got up around 11:30 this morning and got his coffee; as he walked into the living room he said, “Good Morning.” Then he sat down and promptly fell asleep again. As I listened to him fall into a rythmatic snore, I noticed his feet were bare, and it was a little chilly in the house. I quietly got a blanket and covered him, then I turned the furnace up a little. His snore became deeper as, I am sure, his feet warmed up.
After a good hour and a half snoozing, Mike woke and drank his, now cold, coffee. He didn’t say anything, just picked up a book and began to read. I answered a few phone calls, sent some text messages, and handled whatever else happened without a word from him.
Close to 2 pm he decided he wanted a tv dinner to eat, so he asked which freezer it was in. I told him – after he put the meal into the microwave, he couldn’t remember how to work the appliance. I got up, turned it on for him, and he made a disparaging remark about how stupid he is. I didn’t reply, this has become his mantra. “I am stupid” “I can’t believe I did a stupid thing” “Why do I seem so stupid” and on and on. Once the microwave stopped, he grabbed the meal and sat down to eat.
Three times I tried talking to him, three times he didn’t respond. Once he looked right at me, and didn’t say anything. Is he hearing me? Has he forgotten how to talk in sentences? I wish the doctor would call so I could ask. I don’t know what to expect, or how to handle this. One thing was especially very nice today, and this evening. NO TV!! It wasn’t on at all today. What a relief not to have it blaring so loudly and giving me a headache!
Now, at 10:30 pm, Mike is still sitting in the living room, without the TV, and he’s reading, and he’s quiet. Still. Very quiet!
Speak to me, Please! I miss you.