Sometimes I feel guilty about the things I can do now.

I don’t mean things I couldn’t do because I was caring for him. I gladly and willingly did everything I could for him when he was sick and undergoing cancer treatment.

But I didn’t do some things, because he preferred I didn’t:

• Eat/cook with garlic
• Choose a frozen meal rather than home-cooked
• Play loud rock music
• Take over his closet.
• Look at my phone as much as I want to.

He would have tolerated some of those things. That’s what married people do, right?

Not the garlic, though.