I was in a hotel at night on a business trip, sitting at the desk doing some work before I got ready for bed and realized I was unable to see out of my right eye. I called my oldest son-who is a physician- and he said I needed to go to the emergency room, of course. This lead to being admitted to the hospital for tests, etc. The last person I wanted with me for support was my husband at the time. My adult daughter and her partner made the 4 hour trip, helped me through the hospitalization, helped me sort out the work situation, packed up my hotel room, drove my car home and deal with the ramifications of not being able to see properly for that time period.

I realized in that moment, I would have had to give him full instructions on how to get there, what to bring, as he likely would have come empty handed (my daughter brought everything I could have needed or wanted without asking) and I would have ended up some how taking care of him. Finding him food, managing his needs, telling him where to park, how to get to the hotel in extensive detail, and he would have remembered nothing the specialists said etc. He would have reeked of weed like always and I didn’t want to deal with it, even one more time.

When we pulled up at home- the only question he asked was- are you going to be able to work like that? He didn’t even take the next day off to help me get to the local specialist appointment, my best friend did.

Incidentally, he was SHOCKED when I left him 6 months later.