A Nice November Fire: Epilogue

I don’t know. 

I’ve always been able to figure out what I needed to know to get by, but it seems like I don’t know anything anymore.

I don’t know how to manage work with no sleep. 

I don’t know how to manage life with no sleep.

I don’t know how to be a wife to a man who doesn’t recognize me and I don’t know how to be a caregiver to a man I don’t recognize.

I don’t know how to build a fire by rubbing 2 sticks together but I thought if I was lost in the woods and cold enough, I’d figure it out.

 

Instead, I’m slowly freezing to death