He is the most mentally healthy person he has ever met, and I am crazy. He refuses any help. He had competition, my mom also said that about herself.
Today my son was worried because my husband hasn't answered the phone in a few days, and has not replied to my emails. He wanted me to drive him over there so we could check to make sure his dad was okay. I said no. I did call the neighbor to ask him to see if my husband's car was there, but he wasn't home.
I told my son that either my husband was out gallivanting, or dead, or had fallen and couldn't get up. My son was going to check whether his car was parked at his house, via Google Earth, but decided not to, so that was that. We went to the pharmacy to pick up my meds, and when we returned, my husband was parked at my house. It was 6 o'clock, and my son had invited him to dinner at Texas Roadhouse for 4 o'clock. So my son hopped out of the car to go with his father, and I went into the house to take my meds and turn down (!) an invitation from my daughter to get ice-cream at DQ. I still can't get over how I turned down DQ.