2003-07-14 3:27 p.m.
Restaurant Mary's husband had a stroke over the weekend, and he's in a coma right now. Linda is really worried about her. Apparently, he took care of absolutely everything. Mary is 56 years old, and she can't even balance a checkbook. How can this be? I didn't even know there still were people like that.
I spent a lot of time a few months ago worrying about how I'd ever survive on my own. I think I'm doing OK, though. I can plan a budget, and stick to it. I can schedule my own doctor's appointments. I can even change a tire if I have to. I never considered any of these things to be major accomplishments, but Mary has never done any of it. Scary.
I realize a big part of it is that she grew up in a different world. When she got married right out of high school, no one really expected her to worry her pretty little head about anything.
But, come on. Surely, at some point in between breastfeedings, she must have at least noticed the 60's and the whole Womens' Lib thing, right? She couldn't have at least wondered what might happen if her husband died first? I feel badly about her situation, but I also feel really sorry for her. No one should have to grow up that late in life.