To follow up: Yesterday things did not go so smoothly. My husband was surprised when I told him his car was gone and he could no longer drive, just what I'd told him the previous evening. He blew up, wanted to know what Alzheimer's had to do with driving, threatened to move out, and sulked for the rest of the day. By evening he was back to more-or-less normal, but I never know which way things are going to go now. I thought everything was stable and now I see it's not. It's like being in quicksand, slowly sinking. I need to make some decisions that he won't want to go along with. He doesn't want to spend money on anything, so our backyard is totally out of control, parts of our house need repair, I need to replace my 21 yr. old car, and only recently he accepted a basic flip phone because I wanted him to have it for safety reasons. He wouldn't allow a smart phone, nor would he be able to use one. He can barely use the flip phone. Living in close quarters with someone with dementia is like being in a cage with a tiger. Most of the time it's sweet and sleepy, but when it is agitated, look out.