I Lost My Leg in the Army—Then Almost Lost My Wife
At 25, an explosion changed my life forever.
I lost my leg, my confidence, and my sense of purpose.
Rehab was brutal. Painful. Humbling.
But my wife, Jess, stayed.
“We’ll figure it out,” she said—and she meant we.
We built a family. Had a daughter. Fought through trauma and stress.
Then one day, she disappeared—know leaving only a note:
“I’m sorry. Ask your mom.”
I learned she left because she was exhausted, not because she stopped loving me.
We chose counseling.
We chose honesty.
We chose each other again.
Real love isn’t about silent suffering.
It’s about healing, resilience, and second chances.
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