When Larissa met Ian at college in 2005, she never dreamed she'd one day be his wife ... and his caretaker. After a tragic accident left Ian without the ability to speak, walk or care for himself, she did what any woman in love would do: she married him.
"There will always be the older white woman in Walmart who stared at us with sheer disgust, or the African-American mother who looked at us and just shook her head.”
"I carry the mental load for this family, I complete the invisible and thankless tasks. For me it's not just that one task, it's one less thing on my list, one less thing on my mind."
"Even though I just finished my master's degree right before getting sick, I'm not sure if I will ever be able to work again, which devastates me. I have 4 sons who know I can't go on hikes with them anymore and that I have to abruptly end family outings because I feel too ill. My husband has to pick up the slack. It's not fair to any of them."
"I didn’t cry on the first day of school. Not really my style, I guess. My children were ready and so was I. But the last? There were tears. A lot of tears. And that is largely thanks to their teachers."
"I know I can’t speak for everyone, but this quarantine has been gasoline to some old habits. I find myself thinking about one more glass of wine, or maybe I could find some old pain pills in the cupboards."
I mean, I am in pain after all.
