Done Being Her Caretaker

Summary

When my brilliant, broken girlfriend wet herself in the back of the classroom and looked up at me with those vacant, helpless eyes, I looked away.

In my past life, Daphne Ward had an emotional attachment disorder so severe that she could barely manage basic human survival. She was a savant who couldn’t tie her own sneakers or remember to eat unless someone put a fork in her hand. For twenty years, I laid down my entire existence like a carpet beneath her feet. I gave up my own degrees, my own career, and every shred of my pride to care for her.