by Denise Miller Holmes, The Witty Wise Woman
A miserable man laid in bed on a Sunday morning. He
daydreamed about the years with his wife, who slept beside him, feeling a
longing and yearning for the woman he married—who was not the
same woman he now knew. The wife he married was a cheerful, sweet, adorable
thing that loved him.
The woman in bed with him now was a domineering shrew, whose hatred for him was
communicated every moment of every day. What had caused her to change? He had
no idea. But he had been taught to always be loving. To always be polite. So
the words, “I want you to leave,” never crossed his lips.
While lost in these thoughts, his wife stirred beside him. Putting a warm hand
on his back, she whispered, “I’m about to make you the happiest man alive.”
Knowing that this could not be the affection she’d been denying him for years,
he found himself ebullient with hope. He turned to her and politely said,
“Thank You. I’ll miss you.”
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