We used to call Rob, “McGyver” because he could always make a plan. If I wanted to go on a trip, Rob would sell a bunch of scrap metal and off we would go. If something needed fixing, Rob was your man. His superpower was figuring out problems at which others had failed. I relied on him for that. He was in charge of fixing anything mechanical, financial, electrical and he did all the heavy lifting. His absence from these roles is a gaping hole and I miss him so much. I am fortunate that my superpower is knowing other’s superpowers and so with the help of a few of my friends, today I was able to park the car in the garage for the first time in five years. The magnitude of this mission is perhaps lost on you the reader. This has been a task that has weighed me down for 5 years. I have had to dismantle his livelihood and take over every single role he played in our lives and our marriage, down to helping him shower and toilet. Every time I would walk into the garage, I would be reminded of what he once was and what I could not do for various reasons, the most significant being his utmost resistance. Now that this is done, this, the last frontier so to speak, I no longer “need” him. I have officially taken over and as much as I want him to be there, I no longer need him and that is both devastating and freeing.
Now, on to the broken washer, microwave and ice machine …. I gotta a guy