I had married Andrea some years back for all the right reasons. First it was the fact that the first time we met, she was perfect in every way and I loved her for it. And then I got to know her and I soon figured out that she wasn't perfect after all and I loved her even more for it. Because behind her every flaw all I could see was beauty.
All in all, I never believed that love was worth fighting for, until I met Andrea and I was ready for war. And that was why on the 4th of July when I went down on one knee holding Andrea's left hand and I uttered the words "Andrea, please let me love you for the rest of your life, if not, at least let me love you for the rest of mine."
She sniffed quietly as she mopped the tears escaping from her eyes and flowing freely down her cheeks. But I continued nonetheless, " since the first day I met you, you had me, I was yours, so Andrea would you please, please marry me". She blurted out an excited yes and I knew that our actions that night wasn't a mistake.
A few years later we welcomed a bundle of joy into our lives, Tyler;my pride. But with our new born son Tyler came issues. Andrea soon started giving me distance, she explained that she was coming to grips with the fact that she had added some weight; which didn't bother me by the way, it was very little weight and it wouldn't have bothered me even if she became fat, but I understood anyway. She also explained that she was having a difficult time in sharing her attention between our new born infant and me. Again I understood, as I was willing to wait with her during this rough patch. I mean Love endures all things remember.
But when Tyler was well over the walking and talking age and had even began schooling and nothing changed, well I did. I started cheating, I mean I wasn't the one who had carried a baby for 9 months and was now insecure about my weight, so there you have it... My youth and good looks were very much intact.
I would visit clubs after work and have a couple of drinks, after which I would put the act together so as not to put my son through the torture of having to see his father come home drunk everyday. I mean, my own father never put me through that kind of torture.
But one day, I broke the rule. I have had a little too much to drink that night and I had returned home, drunk. That night I had a horrible nightmare, a really fat and hideous lady had tried to touch me, so I had to sincerely plead with her, that I was married. Of course she wasn't like the hot girls I was used to having around me at the club,thus the marital protest.
The next morning I had woken up, really sad and sore. I knew that Andrea was going to get mad at me, I also knew that she was going to make an issue about the last night occurrence. So I waited for her to come to me instead.
"cup cake, breakfast is ready" she said warmly as she entered the room. Wait! Did she just call me cupcake?? A nickname she hadn't called me in a decade. My God! She said "breakfast!" I sincerely didn't remember the last time I had breakfast with my family. Was Andrea that mad at me, that she had decided to poison me?
Hold on, she even made the offer tempting my calling me my age long pet name. I am so not falling for this. Thus I made to decline.
"please, Jason you must" she said politely. Then holding onto my hands she said "I am sorry about the way I have been, and I am ready to do all that it takes to make this marriage work, not just for Tyler but for us."
She then left to get my clothes from the dry cleaners, again an action that she hadn't carried out in a decade as well. Something was definitely up! I could feel it in my bones.
My son Tyler soon rushed into the room, giving me a warm hug, " Daddy..." he chanted. "Ty, do you know what could be bothering your mum?" I was forced to ask, and he shook his head in the negative, "but..." he began hesitantly, last night when you came home sick, mum tried to get you in bed and you said "please don't touch me, I am a married man". And mum paused for a while as she cleaned her eyes, but she swore she wasn't crying.
"So that was it", I thought to myself. It wasn't a dream after all, but my wife isn't fat or hideous so that was clearly the alcohol working. But then again... This just saved my marriage!
I am going to change, I am going to stop cheating and I am going to become a better man.... But my wife must never find out about this!...
Love endures all things.. * winks*...
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