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.”
"Yes, they’re a lot—of everything. Their voice ricochets off of walls and it’s surprising glass doesn’t shatter. If you take out their batteries, they still run wildly—literally never running out of energy."
“Once we got into the typical, annoying Los Angeles traffic, completely out of the blue, he placed his hand on my inner thigh and then grabbed my crotch. I screamed, ‘What are you doing? No!’”
"It’s hard to believe that someday my place as his mother will be eclipsed by your place as his wife. But it is a change that I’ll welcome, hopefully with grace and humility."
Marry the man who will take the screaming baby as soon as he gets home from a long day at work and tells you to go grab a latte. Marry the man who hovers over your daughter at bath time every single night and prays over her sweet life.
