I never loved my wife, though I told her so a hundred times. It wasnt her faultwe lived well enough. She never argued with me or nagged, always gentle and kind. The only trouble in our relationship was the absence of love. The kitchen and dining room utensils
Every night I go to bed and every morning I wake up thinking how much I want to finally leave her behind. To find the woman I might truly love.
But can I really do it? I feel so comfortable with Emma. Besides her excellent homemaking skills, my wife is strikingly beautiful. My friends still envy me, none of them could ever work out how I got so lucky. Honestly, Im not even sure myself why she fell for me.
Im just an ordinary bloke, nothing special among hundreds of others. But she truly cares for me Shes just strange, I suppose.
Emmas loyalty and affection haunt me every day. Her beauty even more so. I know full well: the moment I step out of our home, cut myself loose from her, therell be another man at her door in no time. Richer, more handsome, more successful.
And when I imagine someone else with his arms around her, it sends me mad. Emma is mine, even though I have no feelings for her. Never have. I only married her for the thrill of being next to such an attractive woman.
But you cant spend your whole life with someone you dont love, can you? I always thought somehow Id manage, but I was wrong. Kitchen and dining table
Tomorrow Ill just have to tell her everything, I thought to myself at last and finally fell asleep.
At breakfast, I worked up the courage for an honest talk.
Emma, sit down for a minute. Theres something I need to say.
Im listening, darling, she said.
Imagine this: we split up and go our separate ways, living in different corners of London.
Emma laughed out loud.
What a strange thing to say Is this some kind of game?
Just hear me out. Its important for both of us.
All right, Im listening, she replied.
Tell me the truth: if I were to leave the family, would you find someone new?
Oliver, whats got into you? Why would you ever leave?
Because I dont love you, Emma. I never have.
What? Thats not funny. I dont understand…
I want to leave you, but I cant, because the thought of you being with someone else is too painful.
Emma fell silent for a few moments, then replied:
I could never do better than you, so you can go and not worrythere wont ever be anyone else but you for me.
Do you promise?
Of course, Emma assured me. Womens accessories
But where exactly will I go?
Dont you have anywhere to go? she asked.
No. Weve always been together. So maybe we really are meant to just grow old together, I said sadly.
Theres no need to fret about that. Once we split, well just sell the flat and buy two smaller ones with the money.
Really? I didnt expect youd help me like that. Why are you doing this?
Because I love you, and when you truly love someone, you cant just force him to stay.
Several months go by, and we finally divorce. A few weeks later, I learn that Emma hasnt kept her promiseshes already found herself another man. And as for selling the flat, which shed inherited from her grandmother, that never happened; she never meant to.
Im left with nothingutterly alone. How can I ever trust women again? I havent a clue
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This story is based on the true experience shared by one of our readers. Any resemblance to real names or places is purely coincidental. All photographs in the story are for illustration only.
