I Married a Man in a Wheelchair—But What I Found Behind Our Locked Bedroom Door Took My Breath Away

“Does it always hurt like this?” I asked quietly.

He exhaled. “Some days more than others. Sometimes I hate them. I want to rip them off. But then I remember why I’m doing it.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

“I know. But I want to.”

We practiced little by little.

“Okay,” I said gently. “Lean on me if you need to.”