Sometimes I sit and think about where the truth lies about when "Al" first moved in to Bob's life. I am not even sure why I spend so much time thinking about it, but I do.
I go over every memory of odd or strange behavior, and memory losses that may have seemed innocent at the time.
I know I saw things, maybe I just ignored them? Maybe I was too busy, too tired, too … maybe I just blame myself for not taking those things seriously.
I know in my mind it is not my fault. I think I just want to hold someone accountable for the devastation this disease has caused, because that is what we do in this world: hold some one else accountable, right? ☹