Last night before turning on another segment of Fiddler on the Roof, Kate went to our bathroom to brush her teeth. As she passed me in my chair, she said, “Are you my cousin? . . .My brother? I said, “Closer than that.” She couldn’t guess. I said, “I’m your husband.” She said humorously, “My husband? Oh, I am in trouble.”
Over the past few days, she has appeared to be forgetting that I am her husband. It is obvious now. She is clearly forgetting we are married. At the rate things are going, that will soon be forgotten; however, I don’t expect this to change her feeling for me.
One reason I feel this way is that she still retains a strong attachment to me. I am a major source of her security at the moment. I have observed this in her growing dependence on me. More specifically, she verbally expresses this dependence. For example, when I returned home to relieve the sitter yesterday afternoon, she told me she was glad to see me. Two separate times she added, “I feel good when I am with you. I feel safe.” I don’t fully understand what makes her say she feels safe, but she doesn’t know where she is or who are the people around her but me. She knows that I provide the answers to her questions and control where and when we go places. I have become her lifeline. I don’t think I need it, but that provides an additional reason for me to do the very best I can to care for her.
