Well, that was definitely not our last chapter. After I finished writing the book, literally days after, COVID happened. We will all remember March of 2020. Everything shut down, schools closed, businesses closed, and people retreated to their homes for much longer than humans should ever be apart from each other. For the next year, my husband was the only adult in my daily life.
Then at the beginning of 2023, my husband was in a bike accident and suffered a traumatic brain injury, multiple broken bones, and various other ailments. After a week-and-a-half in the hospital, he came home and began the recovery process. It has been almost a year now, and he still has difficulty with short-term memory, attention span, multi-tasking, and other important executive skills. I am the only adult in his life, he forgets to parent, and he does not seek out any relationships. He is not able to do his daily triathlon and is still working on being able to walk quickly. Though he has kept a great attitude through the whole ordeal, it has taken its toll on our family.
I will continue to use this blog as a form of catharsis in working through the difficulties of living with not only someone with OCPD but also someone who now needs various forms of love after almost 20 years of neglecting time, affection, and communication with me. I was barely hanging by a string before the accident, and now I am having a very hard time responding lovingly and charitably to his new-found need for attention, affection, and tenderness.
