When we got married, we were in love.
We used to have so much fun. I accepted your 
three kids, you accepted my two. We had mutual 
respect and pride in what we had.

After a couple of years, you became disabled. It
changed our lives but you still participated in life.
Over the last five years you have become angry, lazy,
given up on yourself and have become a man that I don’t know. 

You remind me that you provide for me even though I am 
now retired and also have some income. The man of the 
house is who you are, my place is to cook, clean and 
shop for what you want. I should clean up the messes 
that you make, yet you won’t help me. All that you do is 
watch tv day and night. 

I am no longer a wife; I am just a servant who shouldn’t talk back.
You call me names when I have concerns about your health, have
opinions that differ from yours or I choose to be quite and not
engage in an argument. You threaten to throw me out.

No one wants to be around you, not even your grown sons.
They have made me promise that I will never leave them
if I ever decide to leave you. They say that they would understand
since you have made me cry so many times while I was on the
phone with them and they heard the way that you speak to me.

I am still here by choice because we made marriage vows. For
better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health. 
I am a pro at all of them, you however have failed. You have ruined 
all of the relationships with everyone that used to respect and love you. 

Please don’t feel sorry for me. I feel that I am being tested by God
to see what I can endure. Throughout this test I have found peace 
of mind. I go for drives, shopping, to restaurants on my own just to clear
my head, talk to God and enjoy the quiet. I feel confident and comfortable
by myself. So, watch out man because the wife who has become the 
servant is loving the peace that I have found. I am no longer afraid to be 
alone after being together for 35 years. 
© 3-24-2024