Last year, when the withdrawal from Afghanistan was going on, I went to work daily and thought of nothing else. Anger turned to sadness the day thirteen service members were killed. I got home from work, showered, got half-drunk in my bathrobe and crawled under the covers. My wife got home in a cheery mood and walked in to see someone who was not her normally motivated husband.
Her mood didn’t change. She kept her smile, and all remarks were kind as she made dinner while I remained in bed. When she came to get me for dinner, no words were exchanged, except for “follow me.” We walked to the kitchen, she took both hands and kissed my cheeks and lips as tears came down my face. She took off her clothes and we had sex. Afterwards, she explained how she had been waiting for that moment all week, and while she didn’t know what I was going through, she would make it all right.
Thinking about this a year later has made me understand just how grateful I am for my wife and the things she has done for me and our family. It’s important to have a kind woman as a wife, and she definitely has outdone herself.
Jared
I Married a Really Good Woman
