After 47 years of marriage that started when she was 22, my mother has no idea how not to be married. She can’t check her voicemail because it was my father’s responsibility, and she doesn’t know the passcode. She has no idea how the financial aspect of life works. And by no idea I mean that she refuses to comprehend that a $1,000 pension can’t cover a $1,300 mortgage. She really has no idea. She drives but she can’t enter an address into the GPS. My Dad didn’t drive but he entered the addresses.
My father was just as helpless without her but in different areas of life. Together, they functioned like a single, perfectly adjusted organism. With one half gone, it isn’t working.