It started with something small. A minor accident. Nothing serious. But enough for my wife to be completely out of action for a few weeks. And suddenly, everything shifted. Responsibility fell on me. The kids. The house. The routines we never think about. All of it—on me. At first, I told myself: “It’s fine. I’ll manage.” And practically, I did. Meals were handled. School runs happened. Things got done. But internally… something else was happening. I was getting irritated. I