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After eight years of caring for my paralyzed husband, David, I watched him take his first steps. Tears streamed down my face. I thought the nightmare was over. I was wrong.
I’m Emily, 44, a mother of two. I left my career to care for David full-time after his accident left him paralyzed from the waist down. For years, I fed him, bathed him, drove him to therapy, handled medical bills, and kept our household running while holding the family together. My life became an endless cycle of exhaustion—but I never considered leaving.
He handed me divorce papers. He had been having an affair with a woman who waited for him during his recovery. Worse, my savings had funded their life—gifts, dinners, luxuries—all taken while I labored for our family. He coldly told me, “Now that I can walk, I want my freedom.”
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