My wife is paralyzed, so I haven’t been inti:mate with her for four months. Out of deep frustration, I left her alone for ten days to go on a date with the younger sister of my colleague. And then… the unexpected happened.

made my weakness feel even uglier.

One night she reached for my face while I was buttoning my shirt for work. Her fingers moved slowly, as if even affection now had to pass through caution before it reached me. “You don’t have to be strong every second,” she said softly. “You can tell me when you’re scared.”

I kissed her forehead and lied with a tenderness continue reading …