Mother doesn’t moan now. Dementia forced her into a home. They care well. I visit daily. Sometimes she remembers me.
Now I’m deciding where to bury my wife. In the garden and nobody discovers what happened until my death? Or do I claim accident? I’ve made it look good.
With Mother absent, the one person who loved Carol as I had, it was time she went. She thought I hadn’t known about her cheating years ago
Wrong. I decided what I’d do the moment I found out.