My Husband Paid A Caregiver Every Monday Not Knowing The Caregiver Was His Own Wife

me doing it. He barely looked in his mother’s direction most days, coming home late, eating dinner in front of the television, occasionally poking his head into her doorway to say a quick hello before retreating to whatever occupied him for the rest of the evening. I did it because I needed, somehow, to remind myself that this was work. Real work. continue reading …