I'm 68, husband is 72. I live remote and don't drive. I can't walk far because of arthritis in feet and bad ME. I can go weeks without talking to a living person apart from the postman, so my social life is mostly online. I'm in loads of groups and have many friends and that's ok. But life at home is not.
Husband has his wee routine. Wash and polish the car /wash and polish the bike. Cut the front grass/cut the back grass/cut the neighbours grass. But try getting him to do anything different? Forget it. Apart from fabulously exciting trips to Costco or Aldi once in a while, we don't go anywhere. At all. I've argued, yelled,discussed it reasonably, cried. All I get is looked at as if I've sprouted two heads and total silence. If I really go on at him then I get "I'll take you, ok?" - but he never takes me anywhere. What can I do?
The old me would have gone out and left the sod to get on with it - and I did, often. The bus stop isn't too far away. But since I got ill and in such pain with the feet, that isn't so easy any more. Any ideas please ladies xx
Estranged Son and Future Granddaughter
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic