His job had consumed him over the past few months, and though I tried to be understanding, it was clear we were drifting apart. After three years of marriage, I missed him, I missed us. That evening, I decided to surprise him with his favorite dinner, hoping to remind him that, despite everything, we still had something special.<\/p>\n
While preparing everything, I noticed my phone was down to just 10% battery and remembered I had left my charger at my mom\u2019s place. She lived only ten minutes away, so I decided to drive over, thinking I\u2019d be back before Dan even noticed I was gone.<\/p>\n
When I arrived, the house was quiet. I stepped inside and froze\u2014Dan\u2019s shoes were by the door. Then I turned pale as I heard strange noises coming from the bedroom.<\/p>\n
I ran toward the bedroom, and when I opened the door, I saw my mom, Linda, lying on the floor in a heap of blankets. Dan knelt next to her, pressing a heating pad to her back. Both of them looked startled to see me, but in a way, they also looked relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, thank goodness,\u201d my mom said through shallow breaths. \u201cMy back went out again. Dan was here to help me.\u201d She tried to smile, but pain contorted her face.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds, I couldn\u2019t do anything except stand there, open-mouthed. \u201cMom\u2026 what? Dan\u2026 I thought you were at work!\u201d My voice trembled with confusion and a wave of relief that I hadn\u2019t walked in on something terrible.<\/p>\n
Dan gently exhaled and helped my mom onto her bed. \u201cI was working late,\u201d he said, \u201cbut your mom called and said she was stuck on the floor, and her back had seized up. She was so embarrassed she didn\u2019t want to worry you. She knew you were cooking, and she didn\u2019t want to spoil your evening.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried calling an ambulance,\u201d my mom said weakly, \u201cbut Dan insisted he\u2019d come help first. He was worried about the cost, and\u2026 well, I guess I was too. I\u2019m sorry if it freaked you out, honey.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knelt by the bed, my heart still pounding from the adrenaline. \u201cAre you okay, Mom? Do we need to go to the hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head. \u201cI think I just need to rest. Dan\u2019s been helping me stretch and applying heat. It\u2019s starting to feel better.\u201d<\/p>\n
I let out a shaky laugh, tears welling in my eyes from the sudden shift in emotions. \u201cI nearly had a heart attack.\u201d I smiled at Dan, half relieved and half frustrated that he was late to our dinner but somehow had time to rush over here. Still, seeing how concerned he looked, how tenderly he helped my mom, reminded me of the kind man I\u2019d married. \u201cI\u2019m just glad you\u2019re both okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dan smoothed my mom\u2019s hair back from her forehead and told her he\u2019d stay until she felt better. I offered to do the same, but my mom insisted I go home and finish the dinner. \u201cYou spent so much time preparing it,\u201d she said, \u201cand Dan will be home soon, right?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, standing up with an almost sheepish look on his face. \u201cI\u2019m sorry I scared you. I\u2019ll come home as soon as Linda\u2019s all right.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left them together and walked back to the car, my mind spinning. Earlier, I\u2019d assumed the worst: maybe Dan was cheating, maybe some affair was going on\u2014but in truth, he\u2019d been helping my mom, who had been too proud to reach out to me for help. My emotions teetered between guilt for jumping to conclusions and relief that everything was okay. But a whisper of anxiety still lingered. If Dan had time for my mom, why didn\u2019t he have time for me?<\/p>\n
Later that night, Dan came home, tension visible in the slope of his shoulders. He dropped his keys on the counter and found me in the living room, my attempt at a romantic dinner now long cold in the kitchen. Our eyes locked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs your mom better?\u201d I asked softly.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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