My husband Mike and I were about to celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary, but due to some reasons he’d been spending all his time volunteering for the ‘parent participation organization’.
He would go to work, come home exactly on time, took his dinner, then rush off to the school to help chaperone an event or head to his study to organize the next one.
I didn’t have the courage to dispute, the kids loved seeing their Dad at school all time, and I was good they were spending quality time together, but with our anniversary fast approaching just days before Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t help but feel like he was hiding something from me, or worse, trying to avoid me.
Sarah stayed late at school for her soccer practice and Britney went to visit her best friends Jenna and Tanya. When Mike came home from work and sat down to dinner, I was looking forward to be alone with my darling husband.
“How was your day today?” I asked.
“It was fine.”
“Well what have you been doing with the school lately?” I asked.
“The usual,” he replied, looking down at his plate.
Unusual him. And without being able to control it I burst into tears at the table, I felt like I was losing him, I felt unsecured.Just as my heart beats fast and with my hands over my eyes I heard his chair scrape against the tiled floor as he approaching towards my side.
“Sandra, I’m so sorry,” he said,
With such conviction the lump in my throat disappeared. I looked up at him and he stared back into my eyes with a pained look, I felt I had him back.
“I love you Nancy, I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured and pressed his lips against mine and buried his fingers in my hair.
I felt my whole body reacted to his touch. Everything was fine again. My mind stopped racing and my pulse quickened. When we parted, he grabbed my hand and kissed each finger one by one.
“I love you, I always will,” he said as he smiled down on me. I was relieved in hearing his sweet words, it has been a decade he adored me.
We finished our dinner, but before I could clear the dishes he said,
“I have something I need to do tonight for the school, please don’t be mad.”
I was crushed. How could he spoil my mood again? I became weak again, I expected things to further after dinner, but I faked a smile, grabbed the plates, and said,
“That’s fine, we’ll talk tomorrow.”
I went to bed early, feeling even more shattered than I was before his apology. Tomorrow was our anniversary, and all he could talk about was that damn school.
At midnight I felt him join me in bed as I lay half asleep. He kissed my shoulder and...
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