Hey there, it’s Alan, and I’ve got a story that’s both odd and eye-opening about me and my wife, Valerie. But before I dive in, let’s rewind a bit.
Valerie and I met in a night class for Spanish. Not a fairy tale beginning, just a simple pen request that led to dinners, chats, and love. We got hitched, ready for whatever life threw at us. I worked hard, often overtime, while Valerie took care of home and kids.
But here’s the twist: every time I planned a break, Valerie got sick. Like clockwork, the day before vacation, she’d fall ill. It became a frustrating pattern, making me cancel plans and nurse her back to health. I felt let down, and she felt genuinely sorry.
One time, Valerie was in pain, apologizing for ruining yet another break. I comforted her, but inside, I was frustrated. The last straw was when I came home to find her claiming she hurt her back from cleaning all day. Turns out, she spent the day playing an online farming game.
This opened my eyes. I decided to break the cycle quietly. I went fishing alone for two days without telling Valerie. It was bliss, but when I returned, she was hurt and confused. She accused me of ditching her happiness for my own.
I tried to explain, but it turned emotional. Valerie felt like I didn’t care about her feelings. It wasn’t about hurting her; I just needed peace without plans changing. Now, I’m stuck, wondering if I messed up. How do we fix this without hurting each other? Your advice would be appreciated as we navigate this rough patch.