After a car accident that confined me to a wheelchair for months, I assumed that learning to walk again would be the biggest challenge. I was wrong — the real difficulty came when I discovered how much my husband believed my care was worthwhile.
I am a 35-year-old woman, and before the accident, I was the glue that held my marriage together.
I covered most of our expenses.
I cooked. I cleaned.
I handled every appointment, every phone call, every moment of "Can you just handle this, honey? I'm terrible with paperwork."
Whenever my husband wanted to change jobs or "take a break and work things out," I would sit down with Excel spreadsheets and make it happen. I worked overtime. I encouraged him. I never kept track of who was contributing the most. I believed marriage was a team effort and that things would even out over time.
We had been together for ten years. I truly believed our relationship was strong.
