Short stories (true)

Together forever! ::husbands::

This story touched my heart!

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I was emotionally abusing my wife!

Let me begin by saying I'm not a writer so please be patient with me and I hope you read my story.

I had to share this.

This is not penned out of pride, I've simply penned the following to maybe guide my fellow brothers who are husbands and sons.

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Almost 5 years ago my wedding day finally arrived. It was a rather small but elegant and perfect day for myself, my parents, family and friends. And of course the other side, my beautiful wife and her family. Her parents are deceased so for her this day brought for her a set of parents who she wished for for so long.

As the months went by, I started taking so much for granted. And I mean whatever my wife did for me and my family.

I was never afraid of calling friends or family over because I knew she always put the best forward. She entertained with her gracious smile and had operation clean-up under control. She did this without a fuss.

I allowed my mother's domestic helper to assist my wife once a week as gogo has been working for my mother since my younger brother, now 22, was born.

A little over a year of our marriage gogo passed away so ever since, my beloved has been attending to everything at home by herself. The frequent family and friends visits over weekends didn't stop and I didn't think much of it. My wife did it before so I guessed it was ok.

To be honest I didn't assist in any way as everything seemed to be getting done and was under control by her.

Having a good qualification, I was leading the life I wanted. I gave my wife everything. Never did she demand nor compare anyone's life to hers. She was always grateful.

I took my 2 to 3 week yearly leave from office to a well deserved vacation. I treated myself and because of this I thought I was treating my wife too and giving her the time off she deserved.

I was someone who always loved nature and outdoors. So instead of the normal hotels and sea sides, I opted for the camping sites, caravans and river hot spots. Instead of take outs and restaurants, I opted for preparing meals over open flames and braais with the salads and fancies.

So.... After two months into her pregnancy, one Saturday afternoon after she said goodbye to my parents, sister and her husband and my 2 brothers, she finished with the lunch dishes. I, like always was either looking into the TV screen or phone.

She snuggled up next to me on the bed. I ran my fingers through her hair and when she thought the time was ideal, she asked: "do you think I can start getting some domestic help again once a week? You know with the baby coming and. ...."

That was enough for me. I didn't even allow her to finish and I snapped. "You are utterly ungrateful. I do so much for you and you still ask me for a maid?! Look around you. What are you short of."

She just took my hand and in her ever soft voice said "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. It's okay, I love you" she whispered and kissed my forehead.

But Four months later things took a turn for the worst.

She miscarried.

While she stayed in hospital for 4 days, I stayed at my mother's place.

During her prenancy not once did I show excitement that she was carrying my baby. Her belly swelled and I didn't care. I did not even place my hand over her growing belly, not even once. And I regret it, A LOT!