Tired of taking care of my paralyzed wife, and frustrated by having to “put up with it” every night for a year, I left my wife for a week to party with a colleague from the company. But the day I came back, just as I opened the door…

My wife was in an accident over a year ago. From being an active and competent woman, she became a bedridden person. From that day on, I worked and took care of her: I cooked, bathed her, washed her clothes. At night, when we slept together, we were nothing more than two bodies in silence.

I am a young man, in good health, and my needs and desires accumulated until I suffocated. But I was afraid to talk about it so as not to be judged. Until Isabel, a girl from the company, began to show interest, to be soft with me, whispering words to me every afternoon.

I fell without realizing it. With the excuse of a business trip, I abandoned my wife alone at home for a week, without even asking her how she was doing.

The day I returned, it was drizzling. I opened the door and went into the house; Everything was strangely silent. I could only think about “how to lie in the best way”.

But just as I turned on the light in the living room, I was petrified. My wife was sitting in a wheelchair, across from me, and next to her were my in-laws, my parents, and the nurse we had hired.

On the table was a USB stick, a phone, and a stack of photos taken with a hidden camera, all documenting exactly what he had done over the past 7 days.

No one said anything. My mother sighed, my father-in-law left in silence. And my wife, in a hoarse but clear voice, said:

“You can go. From now on I don’t need a husband… that only has flesh, but not humanity.

With trembling hands, I stepped back and stammered, “Already… Can you stand up yet?

She smiled bitterly, “I’ve been practicing standing up for the past two months. I just didn’t expect… that the one who would need crutches was you.