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When I was released from the hospital after the accident, I believed the hardest part of recovery would be learning how to use my body again.
I was wrong.
The real challenge was discovering how my husband measured love when it stopped being convenient.
I am thirty-five years old. Before the crash, I was the steady one in my marriage. The organizer. The problem-solver. The person who made sure life ran smoothly even when plans fell apart.
I paid most of our bills.
