Wife: Honey, would you mind clearing the garden for me?
Spouse: Do I appear to be a landscaper?
SLAZY PARTNER! (HAHA STORY)
Spouse: I’m sorry, sweetie. So, how about we take care of the bathroom door?
Spouse: Do I appear to be a carpenter?
The spouse leaves the tasks unfinished when he leaves. Later, he comes back to find the bathroom door mended and the lawn well-kept.
Wife: I knew she would take care of things on her own!
Wife: I wasn’t the one responsible.
Wife: Honestly? Who then carried it out?
Wife: The woman next door.
Spouse: What was the amount you gave him?
Wife: He had no desire for money. I have two choices from him now: bread or sex.
Spouse: I hope you fed him some bread!
Wife: Do I appear to be from a bakery?
My Husband Disappeared Shortly After Our Marriage — 17 Years Later, I Encountered Him at a Church Service
As the congregation dispersed, a laugh halted me in my tracks— a laugh hauntingly familiar. Turning around, I saw him. Richard’s silhouette was unmistakable, his hair now touched with grey. His eyes met mine, wide with shock, mirroring my own astonishment. It was unequivocally him.
A woman at his side asked if he was ready to leave. He briefly conversed with her before telling her to meet him at the car, and then he turned to me, setting a meeting at Tom’s Cafe on River Street.
An hour later, at the cafe, Richard, fraught with nerves, began to unravel the story of his disappearance. He confessed that an old flame, his high school sweetheart, had returned, confessing her enduring love. Caught in a tempest of past emotions, he realized he still loved her. This confession crushed me, as I had clung to his memory and the hope of his return.
Stunned, I confronted him about my unwavering loyalty. “You know that I didn’t remarry and waited for you all these years?” The shock in his expression was palpable. Overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions, I stepped outside, Richard trailing behind, apologizing profusely. I left him there, just as he had once left me.
In the aftermath, as I processed the betrayal and heartache, I resolved to forgive Richard for my peace. I reached out to Jake, opening myself to the possibility of new beginnings. But, I vowed to live for myself above all, a promise etched deep within my heart.
This story, while deeply personal, reflects the resilience of the human spirit in the face of unexpected trials and the journey towards self-discovery and forgiveness. It serves as a reminder of the strength we harbor within, capable of overcoming even the deepest of wounds.
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