On the morning of their thirtieth wedding anniversary, the woman did what she always did: she baked bread.
Every day, she would bake fresh bread, a tradition they had followed for years. She cut two slices and buttered them. Normally, she would give her husband a slice from the middle and keep the crusty end for herself. But today, she paused.
She thought: “Today, on our 30th anniversary, I want the middle slice for myself. I’ve dreamed of it so often. I’ve been a good wife for 30 years and raised our children well. I’ve given so much to our family!”
Her hand trembled as she broke their 30-year tradition, deciding to keep the middle slice for herself and give her husband the crust.
Her husband took the slice and smiled. “Today, you’ve given me a wonderful gift, dear. For 30 years, I’ve given you the middle because I know you love it the most. I actually prefer the crust, but I wanted you to have the best. Thank you!”
I Took My Fiancé to Visit My Parents — He Ran Out Screaming ‘I Can’t Believe It!’ in the Middle of the Night
I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, and we were supposed to get married next month. But during a visit to my parents, he discovered their secret lifestyle, causing him to question our relationship too.
I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, but we’ve known each other for nine. We were supposed to get married next month, but then everything changed the course of our wedding journey.
We went to visit my parents to introduce him to more of my extended family before the wedding. My parents offered to host us, and we’ve been staying in my old room for the sake of nostalgia.
My fiancé, Adam, wanted to stay at a hotel, but I thought it would be fun to just have him share my old room with me.
“I don’t see why staying in your childhood home is going to change anything,” Adam told me when we were packing for the trip.
“Because it’s going to be my last time with my parents under their roof before I become a married woman. It’s going to be a sentimental moment,” I replied.
“If it gets uncomfortable, I’m just going to check myself into a hotel,” he said casually.
Of course, I didn’t expect what would happen next.
We got to my parents’ home, and everyone was excited to see us. My mother and aunt had cooked up an elaborate meal for us, ready to just sit down at the table and get to know Adam better.
All through dinner, everything went as well as expected, and Adam happily enjoyed having the attention centered around him.
We spent the rest of the week at my grandmother’s house, trying to finish the family visit in the best spirits we could muster. My parents apologized to Adam, but it didn’t matter anymore.
It wasn’t about them. It was about the fact that their actions had triggered my fiancé. On the drive home, Adam and I decided that we wanted to stay together and see where life took us.
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