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.

my day, still thanked me when I handed her water or helped her into bed, but a thin sadness had entered her voice, the kind that settles in when hope begins packing its bags. Once, while I was washing dishes, she asked me without looking up, “Do you still see me when you look at me?”

The plate slipped in my hands and cracked against the sink. I wanted continue reading …