We also started going to marriage therapy together.
Gradually, our home became a place where we could talk about our frustrations without letting them turn into resentment.
Ashton stopped automatically doing things for me that I could have done on my own.
Instead he started asking:
“Would you like us to help you with this?”
Sometimes I said yes.
Sometimes I said no.
And he learned to respect both answers.
My eyesight improved at its own pace.
Some days were better than others, but gradually I began to recognize more and more details around me.
One evening I found Ashton’s black suitcase in our closet.
It was empty
He noticed me looking at it.
“Do you want me to get rid of this?”
I shook my head.
“No. I have a better idea.”
“Co?”
“Let’s take advantage of this.”
“What for?”
I smiled.
“Holidays.”
He raised his eyebrows.
“Where would you like to go?”
