needed me to help him get dressed.
And every morning, I helped him.
Because he was my husband.
Because that was what love looked like now.
What I didn’t tell anyone was that I was slowly falling apart.
For almost two years, I told Karen we were fine.
I told friends we were managing.
I told myself I would eventually adjust.
I didn’t.
I was sleeping four or five hours on a good night because David often needed help after midnight.
I stopped seeing friends because leaving him alone made
