After five years of bathing him, helping him move, and acting as his round-the-clock caregiver, I accidentally overheard my paralyzed husband laughing with a stranger. He casually called me his “free servant” and bragged that he wouldn’t leave me a cent.
Five years. It sounds brief—until every day is spent in fluorescent hospital halls, tracking pills, and smelling disinfectant that clings to your skin. Time thickens. […]