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There it was — the compliment wrapped in expectation.
“I’ll help when I can,” he added, which we both knew was code for rarely.
So I said yes, because that’s what I’ve always done in my marriage.
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For the next five months, I was up before the sun, guiding Julia to the bathroom, prepping her bland breakfasts, heating compresses, and adjusting pillows.
I squeezed conference calls between pain medication alarms and reheated my coffee three times before I could finish it.
But don’t get me wrong — Julia was never unkind about it all.
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