The garage door is closed. It's pitch black out here. Been sitting in the car for... a long time. Keys are in my hand but the engine's off. Should go inside. She's probably asleep. Or not. Doesn't matter. The house is QUIET now. Too quiet. Like a tomb. The kids are gone. Sent 'em off to college. Big smiles. Big hugs. Then silence. That's when it started, this... THING. This deadness. Before, there was always something to DO. Always someone needing something. Now? Just me. And her. And that damned shake. She used to laugh so much. We used to fight. SCREAM at each other sometimes. Now it's all just... gone. Like she's a different person. A stranger in my own house. And me? I'm just the guy who makes sure she doesn't fall. The guy who remembers the meds. The guy who remembers to turn her over every couple hours. Is this it? Is this ALL there is now? All that life we built? Just faded to this? My purpose just... POOF. Anyone else? Anyone ever just sit in their garage, or wherever, in the dark, and just... not want to go back in? Not want to face the quiet? Face the empty? Face that life that just isn't there anymore? Am I a MONSTER for feeling this? For just wanting to keep driving? To just keep driving and not look back?