At 30,000 Feet, I Watched My Wife Crawl Across the Floor With Both Legs in Casts While My Mother Hid Her Crutches—Then I Noticed What Was Recording Behind Them
No inherited house.
No assumption that I would solve everything.
But transition assistance.
Financial counseling.
Her own apartment.
Her own accounts.
Her own decisions.
She hated me for it initially.