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My husband was late from work again

Posted on January 26, 2025 By admin No Comments on My husband was late from work again

My husband was late from work again, so I went to visit my mom – I froze when I heard strange noises coming from her bedroom.

My husband, Dan, was late from work again—no surprise there.

His job had consumed him over the past few months, and though I tried to be understanding, it was clear we were drifting apart.

After three years of marriage, I missed him, I missed us. That evening, I decided to surprise him with his favorite dinner, hoping to remind him that, despite everything, we still had something special.

While preparing everything, I noticed my phone was down to just 10% battery and remembered I had left my charger at my mom’s place. She lived just ten minutes away, so I decided to drive over, thinking I’d be back before Dan even noticed I was gone.

When I arrived, the house was quiet. I stepped inside and FROZE—Dan’s shoes were by the door. Then I turned pale as I heard noises coming from the bedroom.

I ran toward the bedroom, and when I opened the door, I saw Dan kneeling on the floor, holding a toolbox, with my mom sitting on the bed, laughing uncontrollably.

My heart, which had been pounding with fear and confusion, slowly started to calm down as I realized what was actually happening. Dan looked up at me, startled by my sudden entrance, and said, “Oh, hey! What are you doing here?”

I stood frozen for a moment, trying to process the scene. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? And why didn’t you tell me?”

My mom, still chuckling, interjected, “He’s been fixing my bed frame, dear! I mentioned it was creaking last week, and Dan offered to help. I guess I should’ve told you.”

Dan stood up, wiping his hands on his pants. “I wanted to surprise you by getting something off your mom’s to-do list. I figured it was a small thing, and I didn’t want to bother you with it.”

I sighed, relief washing over me as the tension drained from my body. “You could’ve at least let me know. I thought…” I trailed off, feeling embarrassed for where my mind had gone.

Dan walked over and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I just thought this would be a nice thing to do, but maybe I should’ve communicated better.”

My mom chimed in with a playful grin, “Well, the bed frame isn’t creaking anymore, so I’d say Dan’s earned some brownie points tonight.”

We all laughed, the awkward tension finally breaking. I realized how much I had let my fears and insecurities build up in my mind. Dan’s late nights weren’t some grand betrayal—they were just a result of him trying to manage everything on his plate, including helping my mom.

That night, we went home, and I finished preparing his favorite dinner. Over the meal, we talked, laughed, and reconnected in a way we hadn’t in months. Sometimes, the scariest moments are the ones that remind you just how much you have to be grateful for.

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