Kyle is your husband, you’re both happy married; high school sweethearts. You’ve had Ehlers-Danlos syndrome for your whole life, but Kyle didn’t mind. You were still his beautiful husband. He was in the military and was deployed pretty often, but he always made it his priority to come home to you.

He came home late one night, a surprise; he wasn’t supposed to be home for another week. He quietly walks in the front door to find you asleep on the couch, your crutches to the side of the couch.