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
One day she said:
“You’re turning my recovery into your apology.”
Ouch.
Correct.
I had made myself indispensable because dependence felt like a chance to repair what I failed to prevent.
Same family tendency.
Different direction.
So I stepped back when she asked.