My husband always left the house when his phone rang and came back with smelly clothes – I followed him once
My heart raced as I chased his car through the winding streets. It finally stopped when it parked in front of an old, dilapidated building on the edge of town.
I even doubted whether it was safe to go in or not and hesitated for a moment before gathering the courage to go in. But what I witnessed inside left me speechless!
I saw him with a bunch of people, doing something I couldn’t even understand as I stood there with my mouth open. James, my stoic, seemingly indifferent husband, was there in an APRON! MY man was serving food to a group of homeless people!
He was smiling, talking, and laughing, a side of him I had NEVER seen before! It was like looking at a stranger, but one who looked so much like the man I married! As if sensing my presence, James looked up and our eyes met.
He froze, his face a mask of fear and surprise. Then my husband quickly approached me, removing his apron as he went. “Lily, I can explain,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “Please do,” I replied, trying to keep my voice calm.
“What’s all this about? Why didn’t you tell me?” James took a deep breath, leading me to a quieter corner. “This is my project, the one I live for.” I watched him, waiting for the revelation that would change everything I thought I knew about my husband.
“I was born into poverty,” he began. “Sometimes my family didn’t have anything to eat. My single mother couldn’t feed me and my brother, so she gave us up for adoption,” James said. “We were taken in by a wealthy family who gave us everything we needed.”
I couldn’t believe I’d never known that about him. “But there was a catch. My new father was strict; he believed in toughness and never showed vulnerability,” my husband continued. “I had to bury my soft side deep inside to survive in this house, because my new father forbade me from showing it.”
