Hosting a Birthday Party While Injured Taught Us an Unexpected Lesson

The day before my husband Jason’s birthday celebration, I slipped on the icy porch and broke my arm. I had asked him the night before to clear the steps, worried about falling, but he assured me it wasn’t necessary. The next morning, rushing to leave for work, I stepped outside and lost my footing.

The fall happened in seconds, followed by sharp pain and a trip to the hospital. By the time I returned home with my arm in a heavy cast and strict instructions to rest, I expected concern or at least a comforting word. Instead, Jason’s first reaction was to look around the house and ask how his birthday party would happen now that I “couldn’t manage things.”

His question opened my eyes to something I had quietly ignored for years.

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