My husband got into trouble, ended up in the hospital, and I had to forget about myself—working two jobs and helping him go through rehabilitation to bring our beloved back to life. I knew I could handle it—I had to handle it! But time went on, and my strength kept running out. Debts and problems only grew.
And I don’t know what I would have done, but then my husband’s brother appeared in our life. He helped. Only now I’m scared to even think about what I’ll have to pay for his help…