I am Marianne Cortez, and for five years my life revolved around caring for my husband, Lucas. We began with dreams — a crowded table of children someday, trips we promised ourselves we would take, a future built together. Then a single collision changed everything. Lucas lost the use of his legs and needed constant care. Without hesitation, I stepped into that role. I organized medications, helped with bathing, lifted his body when he could not move it himself. My hands hardened.My sleep thinned.My world narrowed. I told myself this was love. That endurance meant devotion. That sacrifice was what...
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