When He Needed Me Most

I never wanted to be his crutch, but here I am. We've been together for years, through the ups and downs of life, including my own struggles with depression that have led me to drop out of grad school. Last week, he lost his job after a long-time boss accused him of embezzlement. It was all just a misunderstanding, but the stress and uncertainty were overwhelming. I took care of everything, applied for unemployment benefits, handled rent payments, even cooked and cleaned around the clock. He would sit on the couch in silence most days, staring at his phone or watching TV aimlessly. I know he's strong, but seeing him like this breaks my heart. One night, while trying to help him feel better, we ended up crossing a line neither of us anticipated. In an effort to distract and comfort him from his despair, our kisses became more heated, leading to something intimate that should have waited for happier times. We both agreed it was just for now, a moment of release in the face of everything else.