I had the feeling, at that moment in the specialist’s office, that if I did indeed articulate Option 2, I would also have to explain, interpret, and that would make me the Bad Guy. Did I misjudge? There were so many times I had to be Bad Guy that I was reluctant to blunder into yet another. The task of judging my husband’s cognitive capacity was a challenge. He was not so impaired that he couldn’t feel manipulated, and then resentment. When he embraced something, showed enthusiasm, I stepped back.
