My aunt developed Alzheimer, she walked around the house, dirty and disheveled, urinated on the ground, combed her hair with my toothbrush, touched everything with her dirty hands. Finally, one day, she stopped breathing.
My brother grew more and more intractable, he considered me and my husband as deputy parents. Four years of desperate marriage, the desire to freedom. I spent all my husband’s money on travel, to escape at least once a year.
Then, one summer day, I decided that I didn’t want to stay at home. I went to a bathhouse that I knew was frequented by some of my husband’s friends I had previously met. There my life changed.