“What?”
“You don’t have to be the only person saving this family.”
His eyes filled with tears.
I continued.
“I’m your wife. Not someone you need to protect from reality.”
He looked down.
“I know.”
“We’re going to deal with this together.”
He nodded.
“Together.”
That word felt different now.
Not like a promise.
Like a decision.
We spent the next several days going through every document.
We discovered that several claims had been denied because of missing paperwork.
Some bills had been sent to the wrong department.
One treatment had been approved, but the hospital had never received the updated authorization.
Ben had been working extra shifts to cover expenses that might have been covered all along.
I was furious.
Not at him.
At the situation.
At the months of stress.
At the fact that our family had been suffering in silence because nobody had sat down and looked at everything together.
