My wife was psychic for a short while
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I love my wife, Lily, dearly. She has always been my best friend. I was devoid of love and affection for most of my life, until she came along eight years ago. I have hopelessly been in love, ever since. We have been married for 5 years now.
You know you love someone when you're ready to do anything for them. I'd do anything for Lily. If she said that the sky was red: it was red. If it wasn't, I'd paint it red.
We had a beautiful daughter on 28th March, 3 years ago. We named her Dorothy, after Lily's grandmother.
That is when things started to get strange.
One morning my beloved Lily woke up and said:
"I need to tell you something. I cannot keep it in me any longer. I don't expect you to understand, but you're the only person I can trust"
At first, I thought she was joking. But she was sweating profusely, and her eyes told me that this wasn't some silly prank.
"Yes darling. What's wrong?" I asked.
"I get visions and I can see into the future." she said, her lips trembling with each word.
"Wait. So, like a psychic?" I asked.
"I don't know. I have always kept it to myself, but it seems I have had this gift since my pregnancy. I didn't say anything about this to anyone."
"But darling. You are an atheist who prides herself in trusting logic and facts over anything else. I thought we both were like that. Do you really believe that you can see the future?"
"You don't have to believe me just yet. I didn't believe myself either. I just know that I have this gift now. I have these visions on looking at certain people and places, and they come true. They always come true. I have tried keeping this to myself, but after what I saw today, I had to let you know. Your mother is going to die tomorrow."
"WHAT? WHAT ARE YOU SAYING?"
"Yes. Just go over there now. Don't ask any questions"
My mother lived with her sisters upstate. It was a four hour drive away. I really hoped Lily was wrong, but I didn't want to take the risk.
I went out. To this day, I cannot explain what happened next: but it certainly made me believe that my wife was psychic. When I was an hour away from her place, I received a call from my mother's sister telling me that my mother had slipped and fallen in the bathroom. She instantly died from the concussion.
Lily was right. This was not a coincidence.
Over the next few weeks, Lily got visions of minor things- like what would I get to see at work, who would visit us during the weekend, what Christmas present I had bought and kept hidden away from her - and she was right every time.
We learnt to live with it, slowly unless the visions were tragic like someone close getting fired or dying.
I didn't believe in these things throughout my life- but it was hard being a non believer, when you're seeing these things happen with your own eyes in your own life.
I had asked her why she didn't tell me about her gift earlier, but she said that she had no idea about it. It was only when she was pregnant that she started getting these visions.
I still loved Lily, and I always would. That will never change. If she said that the sky was red: it was red. If it wasn't, I'd paint it red.
Things were alright for a while, and I'd like to believe that this was the time in our lives, that we were truly happy. I loved Lily and my little beautiful daughter, Dorothy. Lily loved Dorothy and spent most of her time playing with her. They were both so adorable, it filled my heart with happiness every single day.
