I Took Care Of My Husband For 12 Long Years. What He Said On His Last Day Changed Everything

For twelve years, I gave my everything. Every morning started with his medication, a warm towel, and a gentle kiss to his forehead. I washed his face, trimmed his nails, and sometimes even read his old books aloud just to hear his chuckle again. Through the slow withering of his body, I stayed. I believed that love, no matter how burdened, would be enough. And then, in his final breath, he said something that made my hands tremble. He turned his pale face to mine and whispered a truth I hadn’t dared admit even to myself.