For 8 Years I Cared for My Paralyzed Husband – When He Finally Walked Again, He Gave Me Divorce Papers

I was wrong.
One week after David walked independently, he handed me a manila envelope in the kitchen. Inside were divorce papers, already signed.
He said he wanted his freedom. He said he’d spent years dependent on me and wanted to live for himself. When I reminded him of everything I had sacrificed, he said he never asked me to stay—that I chose it.

Then he told me the truth.

He said I had “let myself go.” That I wasn’t attractive anymore. And that he had been seeing another woman.
The affair hadn’t started recently. It had begun before the accident. He had been on his way to see her the night he crashed.

For eight years, while I worked myself to exhaustion caring for him and our children, I had unknowingly funded his affair. He admitted he’d taken money from our account—small amounts over time—for gifts, dinners, and luxuries for her.
He believed she waited out of love. In reality, she waited because she thought his recovery would pay off.
During the divorce, everything came out. The judge awarded me spousal support and full custody. David lost nearly everything.
Six months later, the woman left him. His recovery wasn’t perfect. He still needed therapy. The life she imagined never materialized.
Today, David lives alone—bitter, broke, and estranged from his children.
And me?
I’m rebuilding my life—stronger, wiser, and finally free—knowing I survived the deepest betrayal and still stood back up.

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