House. Spouse.

He knew. It. Well, he was of, that mind, now. She had gone. She, was " out of the box " ! However, had she ever been in, it. " Things, " were only getting worse. Not better. As she struggled. As she fought, the battle. Within herself, and, with her notions of " reality. " Whatever, that, meant, to her. It, had been so different, seemingly a long time ago. But, he had to be resigned to fate. Would she ever, come back, from there ? Would she ever, once again, smile ? He, thought, it, a ridiculous fantasy excursion, into vivid imagination. And, little else.
Why had " things " turned out like, this ? When, love had given them such a chance. To, express " themselves " rather than, some, quasi-philosophical misrepresentation of life, and, educations. Beyond, bumps, and knocks. In her decline, as it was seen, she lost her way. Going " down, a road less travelled " ! It, was in her inability to cope with the everyday, which finally took her, over the edge. It, was clear, at this point, What was going wrong. But, in hindsight, there was no chance of recovering the situation, here. The " dye had been cast " ! For, the rest of her days. She, was of a different disposition. She had become the less typical example of the " misappropriate " and inappropriate understanding, of matter, or matters. Through the irreversible decay, generated, as all ways, by a lack of " weapons " to fight. Herself.
It, had been seen before. With tragic consequences. Lives, being sent into turmoil. By, the ferocity, of " attacks " on the senses. And, the common purpose. You, h-were only, to stand away from it, and, accept the inevitable. The fall. From, grace, and favour, in the eyes of friends. As well as " intellectuals " who wrote of this depreciation, in values. And, foresight, to " stir " troubles. Within body, as well as mindful incursions, into the " dream-state " ! Those, daring to look from afar, at the " big picture " or " ink-blots " were only to shudder at the metamorphosis. When pseudo- intelligent definitions were sculpted into something fresh. Distinctly, beyond the usual. Well, beyond what was most common-place, when encountering, this, or " some thing " as close to , it, as you could get. Thoughts, sent into new realms of illusion, to make " the best, of a bad lot " ! What else, was to be done ? In light, of every thing, which had " gone on " !
What more was to be said ? He, now, had to take charge. The only, way he could. With, sound advice, from others. To, bring as much to " his world " from her, as best could be dealt with. Under, the circumstances. Written, sources of encouragement, to assist in making ends meet. In, regaining, some resemblance of normality. When, the extreme opposite was the frequent response. As shown, by events, and, by actions, coming from a " dark side " of the coin. No one wishes to flip. They, knew, what helped. What did not !
You, could see why. Obviously. Whilst others, of less common appearance, did not reason, it. Fully. Truthfully. They, could not fathom, the absurd. Beating back, natural, consideration. And, the rational. But, how were, they, to understand, the true " horror " ! He, wanted them to go. To, leave " things " as they were determined to be. After all, he knew his wife. Better, than, anyone. Why would, that, not be the case ?
Probably, to be answered, long into the " future, " the questions of remedial comfort. If, you had " the nerve " to deal with, it. As one, tried, to learn, to do. Clearly.
" Sex, was, always, an option. " He, had been told.

To, " health " and, " happiness " ! See, the picture. " The Pursuit Of Happy-ness. "