Last month, my two sons and their families were kicking around the idea of an RV trip. We could find a lot of reasons to travel to visit my brother, DIL's family, mountains, sight-seeing, and just to get away. It was to be an adventure. I am so ready for an adventure, tears have come to my eyes while I type. I hate the adventure going on in my home. Of course, we were doing the RV because OH would not do well on a plane or 10 hours in a car. And, we wanted him to have something to look forward to. All that changed when he had an incontinence accident and he loudly proclaimed I'm not going on that trip. There would be a 4, 3, and 1 year old with us. I think an RV, with it's small quarters would be much more manageable than our house.
OH also has lost his boundaries on cursing (I wish I knew for sure if that was a mental thing or just him being him thing. I'm pretty sure it's him) When I ask him to refrain, he says, that's why I'm not going on that trip. He has no patience and is so angry that he chooses to curse. He was a curser before the diagnosis but now I hear it ferociously! It wears on me. Dropping the TV remote brings out a spew of profanities. Again, I'm sure he does it only with me. We haven't reached the level of not being able to go out in public.
Anyway, the scene being an RV trip was one of my reasons for totally enjoying this book. I have never done that camping excursion. The author described the experience so well, I felt like I was there.
I grieve because I hide this book/movie/story from him. I do love having y'all to share it with. If he were well, we would probably go see the movie together.
We didn't go on the trip. I haven't given up on the idea, and my boys are still on board. OH can choose to come or stay with his daughters. I will have an adventure soon.