Some betrayals happen right in front of you, hiding in plain sight. You don’t see them because you’re too busy believing in the person you love. Until suddenly, the truth becomes impossible to ignore.
I’m Cassie, 35, and I’ve been married to Ben, 38, for seven years.
We don’t have children because I’ve faced some health challenges that made that difficult.
Despite that, we’ve built a life together that I was proud of.
Ben works in real estate, and I have a career in IT that keeps me busy but fulfilled. Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but I thought it was solid.
Ben had always been the caring one between us.
When I was diagnosed with endometriosis three years ago, he took time off work to drive me to every doctor’s appointment. He’d bring me heating pads and my favorite ice cream without me asking.
On our fifth anniversary, he surprised me with a weekend trip to the cabin where we first met, recreating our entire first date down to the wine we drank.
That’s the Ben I knew.
Attentive, thoughtful, and the kind of man who remembered the little things. A few months ago, Ben’s mother, Sharon, suffered a mild stroke.
She’s always been kind to me, never the stereotypical monster-in-law you hear about. After her recovery, we invited her to live with us so we could help with her care.
She didn’t need constant supervision, but having someone around made everyone feel safer.
“I don’t want to be a burden,” Sharon had protested weakly when we suggested the move.
“Mom, you’ve taken care of me my whole life,” Ben told her, squeezing her hand. “Let me return the favor.”
Balancing work and caregiving proved tougher than we expected.
I worked from home two days a week, and Ben adjusted his showings around our schedule, but there were still gaps when Sharon would be alone.
After a particularly exhausting month, Ben suggested hiring a caregiver. “Just for the hours when we’re both working,” he explained over dinner one night.
“Someone to keep Mom company, help with meals, make sure she takes her medication.”
I exhaled with relief.
“That sounds perfect.
Should we look at agencies?”
Ben shook his head.
“Actually, I think I’ve found someone already. A friend at work recommended her.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow. “That was fast.”
“Her name is Lena.
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