We had a very nice evening last night. After dinner, Kate spent an hour or more looking through two of her photobooks. As in the past, it was just like seeing them for the first time. We followed that by watching the third of three DVDs of her family’s home movies and videos. This video had just as much impact as the first two. After that, she dressed for bed and then went to the bathroom. When she returned, I noticed that she seemed to be breathing heavily. Then she began to make audible sounds as she breathed. It was like, “Oh . . . Oh . . . Oh.”
We got into bed, and she said tearfully, “I’m sorry I didn’t get everything done.” I said with a soft, comforting voice, “That’s all right. You didn’t forget anything. There wasn’t anything for you to do.” She didn’t calm down immediately. I asked if she could take some slow, deep breaths and relax. That is something she does when she has an attack of acid reflux. I held her for a few minutes and began to talk about her family that we had just seen on the DVDs. That led to talking about our marriage and the good times we have had. In a short time, she relaxed.
I wish I knew what brings on these attacks. This is the third one in the past two or three weeks. Each time it seems to occur without my being able to connect it with anything specific. The fact that she apologized for not doing something suggests she imagined my asking her to do something that she didn’t do. I think I’ve mentioned before that she really wants to please me. That has caused me to try not to say anything when she forgets to get ready to go somewhere or wear clothes I have picked out for her. It makes her feel bad.
Each time something like this happens, I wonder what the future holds. That is truer now than a few months ago.
