Some nights I walk the husband down the hall, help him change his clothes, escort him to the bathroom and back to the bed, tuck him in, turn off the light, resume my place on the couch and then immediately talk out loud to him as if he is still here. I figure either I’m talking to a spirit or he is so energetically drained that I can’t actually feel his absence when leaves the room. I think I know which it is though.
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