I also began asking him to help with Eleanor’s care.
“Calvin, could you assist your mother with her shower tonight,” I asked sweetly one evening.
“I do not know how to do that,” he muttered uncomfortably.
“She is your mother,” I reminded him. “And I am exhausted.”
Two weeks passed before the pressure finally broke him. One night after Logan had fallen asleep Calvin sat across from me at the kitchen table with slumped shoulders and tired eyes.
“Natalie,” he said quietly, “I think I made a serious mistake.”
I remained silent. “In the way I spoke to you. In deciding everything without asking you. I did not understand what it meant to give up your life.”
“Do you understand now,” I asked.
“Yes,” he whispered.
The following morning Eleanor asked to speak privately. “Natalie,” she said stiffly, “perhaps it would be better if I returned home earlier than planned. I can hire professional assistance if necessary.”
“As you wish,” I replied calmly.
That same afternoon Calvin received a phone call from Deborah at my office explaining that several projects had stalled since my supposed resignation. He stared at me later with confusion. “You let me believe you quit.”