She never caused arguments, never reproached me – she was always kind and caring. But the problem remained – there was no love.
Every morning, I woke up with the thought that I wanted to leave. I dreamed of finding a woman I could truly love. But I could never have imagined how fate would turn everything upside down.
Around Mary, I felt comfortable. She not only managed the household perfectly but also looked stunning. My friends envied me and couldn’t understand how I had been so lucky with my wife.
Even I didn’t understand what I had done to deserve her love. I am an ordinary man, nothing special compared to others. Yet she loved me… How was that possible?
Her love and devotion didn’t give me peace. What tortured me even more was the thought that if I left, someone else would take my place. Someone wealthier, more attractive, more successful.
When I imagined her with another man, I felt like I was losing my mind. She was mine, even if I had never loved her. That feeling of ownership was stronger than reason. But can you live your whole life with someone you don’t love? I thought I could, but I was wrong.
“I’ll tell her everything tomorrow,” I decided as I went to bed. In the morning, during breakfast, I mustered up the courage.
“Mary, sit down. I need to talk to you.”
“Of course, I’m listening, darling.”
“Imagine that we’re divorcing. I’m leaving, and we’re living apart…”
Mary laughed:
“What kind of strange thoughts are these? Some sort of game?”
“Listen until the end. This is serious.”
“Okay, I’m imagining it. What’s next?”
“Answer honestly: would you find someone else if I left?”
“Michael, what’s wrong with you? Why are you even thinking about leaving?”
“Because I don’t love you and never have.”
“What? Are you joking? I don’t understand.”
“I want to leave, but I can’t. The thought of you being with someone else doesn’t let me rest.”
Mary thought for a moment and then calmly replied:
“I wouldn’t find anyone better than you, so don’t worry. Go ahead, I won’t be with anyone else.”
“Do you promise?”
“Of course,” Mary assured me.
“Wait, but where would I go?”
“You have nowhere to go?”
“No, we’ve been together our whole lives. I guess I’ll have to stay close to you,” I said sadly.
“Don’t worry,” Mary replied. “After the divorce, we’ll exchange the house for two smaller ones.”
“Really? I didn’t expect you to help me this way. Why are you doing this?”
“Because I love you. When you love someone, you can’t hold them against their will.”
A few months passed, and we divorced. Soon, I found out that Mary hadn’t kept her promise. She found another man, and the properties she inherited from her grandmother were never meant to be shared. I was left with nothing.
How can I trust women now? I have no idea.
What do you think about Michael’s behavior?
