I Spent Nearly Two Weeks Recovering From Surgery and My Husband Never Visited Once—Then I Came Home and Froze at the Front Door
Both.
He could love me deeply and fail me badly.
The house could be meaningful and insufficient.
I could understand his panic and remain furious.
He could feel ashamed without becoming the victim of my anger.
I could stay married without declaring the hospital abandonment acceptable.
Both.
Human beings prefer cleaner stories.