Three Years Feeding A Paralyzed Liar

Richard had been paralyzed for three years. I was the one who did everything for him—feeding him, bathing him, and cleaning up his waste.

After the manufacturing plant shut down, I had to swallow my pride. At fifty years old, I took a low-paying temp job at an office, working alongside twenty-somethings.

Every day, I worked from dawn to dusk. I’d rush home to flip him over, wipe his body down, and feed him.

I left my debit card at home so he could have access to funds if needed. Every day at noon, I used DoorDash to have warm soup delivered right to his bedside.