Soul Mates in Dementiaville

People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that's what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that's holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you'll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah, too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then they leave.

-- Elizabeth Gilbert, in
Eat, Pray, Love

Romeo and I knew at first meeting that we were soul mates. We were thrilled to find each other, and we had no idea whatsoever what the Universe had in store for us. If we had known, we both would have probably run away as fast as possible, holding our hands to our face like the alien-looking person in Edvard Munch's painting The Scream.

As it happened, though, the Universe was subtle. It hooked us into each other under the veils of love, which, as everyone knows, render the lovers goo-goo ga-ga. (Here I am rolling my eyes up to the heavens.) We were blind. And not in a bad way. But when Romeo was diagnosed with dementia a short nine months after we were married, I had a tiff with the Universe. Well, it was more like a gigantic row, complete with wailing, crying, fit-throwing, and name-calling. I'm not proud of this. Well, maybe I am. It felt good to let out that emotion, and the Universe, in its infinite wisdom, can handle it. And it let me do it. It listened to me lovingly and patiently for nearly a year and a half.

"You two are soul mates!" the Universe screamed. "You and Romeo have been together many times before. In fact, we've tried to get you both to choose different partners this time around, but neither of you would listen. You wanted only each other. How in the blinking universe (present company excepted) are you supposed to evolve, how are you to help me evolve if you continue to choose the same partner?"

I never bought this line of logic. Of course not. I wanted to be with Romeo. And apparently, he wanted to be with me. That's all there is to it. We want what we want, and that's all that we want. So here we are. Me and Romeo, together. But our duo of togetherness soon became a trio of togetherness. Dementia is our uninvited partner.

Did the Universe say, "I'll show you! This will teach you to not do my bidding!"? "Here's your punishment for disobeying me." Ummmm, probably not. Nope, don't think the Universe works that way. In fact, I'm pretty sure that it wasn't the Universe at all that threw us this bitter-tasting bone. I'm fairly positive that it was Romeo and I, ourselves, the two of us and no one else, who engineered and willing, excitedly, boarded this dementia ride.

What were we thinking?

Our story isn't anywhere near being done yet, but I can tell you for certain that so far:

1. It's been a rough ride, tougher than anything I've done before. Anything.

2. The love Romeo and I have for each other, the connection, the bond, has held tight throughout our entire relationship.

3. Although I can't speak for any changes Romeo has experienced during our time together (and neither can he because of his dementia), I know without a doubt in my mind, without a doubt whatsoever, that I am not the same person I was before we met.

I have been pulled through the time Romeo and I have been together. I have not been pushed. I have been pulled through. Some unseen force stood in front of me, took my hand, and gently turned my gaze to the future. It let me see Romeo. It allowed me to help Romeo in whatever way I saw fit. It also kept me moving forward. It said, "Don't get stuck here. It would be easy to do, but your life is moving in another direction. Go with it. You can still help Romeo. And I'll help you. I'll take you to the future. And I'll allow you whatever time you need to be with Romeo, in whatever way you want. Romeo's life takes him elsewhere, and you cannot go with him, Juliet. He must go on his own. And you must go forward into your future on your own. I am there for Romeo. And I am there for you. Romeo travels down his path at his own pace. I am there with him, gently, slowly, pulling him through. You, too, Juliet, must travel forward at your own pace. Gently, slowly, I am pulling you through. Come with me."

And you know how the Universe always ultimately gets its way...