Don’t get me wrong when I talk about being a wife and mom on disability. Don’t blame my husband. He works very hard to keep his family together. He loves his wife beyond description.
My husband is mainly a dirt farmer. He is a gardener for God. His green thumb and willingness to put himself on the line saved his wife’s sanity and kept her with him.
My husband’s profession is outlawed; he had to grow his wife’s medicine in secret.
He is very good at his job. Others want the medicine, too. One day he will be compensated accordingly, just like his wife will be for her writing.