Allison began to ask me if I still loved her, saying that I don’t spend much time with her. Typically, these discussions took place late at night after I got home from my rigorous new job. I was aware that I was ignoring my wife’s emotional needs because of the continual pressure I felt to succeed in my work. I was afraid of what would happen after my brother’s bachelor celebration yesterday. I was positive Allison would be furious with me for staying out so late and would even consider divorcing me.
I was caught in a vicious loop that I couldn’t escape, yet the idea of losing her was intolerable.I was shocked to discover, when I woke up this morning, a rose, a glass of water, two Advil, and a message from Allison on my bedside table. “Hello honey, this medication is for your headache. Come to the kitchen when you’re ready, and I’ll prepare your favorite breakfast. I cherish you.” My thoughts were racing. What made her acting so kindly? What was happening? Was this a formal farewell or some kind of test?Still sleepy from the night before, I staggered out of bed and headed to the kitchen. I discovered Allison joyfully moving in her apron while humming a melody. Pancakes and freshly made coffee dominated the air. She gave me a kiss and a bright grin as she greeted me. “Go to the dining room and wait. Breakfast will be ready in a little while,” she said.
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