I find Don rummaging through the kitchen on the hunt for a plastic bag so he can go fishing. Then he moved on to the bedroom to search for his wallet as he needed to find his fishing license.
Now, I’ve never been much of a fisherman, but I couldn’t ever remember a plastic bag being required as fishing gear; and Don has not had a fishing license in over 10 years.
Fishing was such a simple pleasure that Don had enjoyed for years. When we met, we enjoyed other activities like golf, river rafting, traveling and NASCAR racing. He always found time to pursue the fishing for his alone time for many years. Now, fishing is not an option for him and I get to explain why.
Note to Self: We both just want our life back.
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