MonsterMustDie's memory continues to get worse and I really don't know what I can do about taking care of him or myself. I picture us both being homeless. I think that, eventually, I might have leave him in the care of the State if I can't manage the house and basic accounts that he has sole control of - mortgage, utilities, internet, etc. I would have to try to move back to Atlanta to live in my condo, while finding work to pay for basics. I wonder if being married to him might entitle the State to take all that I have, including my condo in Atlanta. I have no one to ask for advice.
Today he forgot a botched Amazon delivery I got and gave to him to use outside - a multipack of a product similar to but different from what I actually ordered a single of that was sent by mistake (Amazon just told me to keep it and they credited my account - I still didn't want their substitute because it smells awful). He now thinks he just bought it himself and he is telling to me that he just bought this and why large multipacks of this was a good idea to him when he purchased it. He not only is losing days at a time but now he is creating things that never existed.
Thankfully, he is still running his online antiques business without any trouble that I know of. He also still has a good part-time job for an Italian company here as well. I am very grateful he is able to do both of these things. That bit of income helps a lot with what he can't pay with social security alone. I worry that he seems to be hoarding a lot more. He has another new future-hobby now that he is spending hundreds of dollars on matterials and equipment to set up the perfect studio for himself again. This time it is to make woven art, like basketry, sculptures. This follows setting up a space and materials for encaustic artwork that he never made. Before that, it was a woodworking-design-furniture business he was going to start with a former co-worker. Thankfully, all of the woodworking equipment and most of the materials were put into the garage of his future-partner's house so I don't have to climb over it. There are still a few odd boards and fabrics in our attic and basement but it is only a fraction of what he had.
