I went to bed last night feeling extremely lousy and when I woke up this morning I sent a text to Mr. Jang just to let him know I'm awake.
All of a sudden, I heard pounce, pounce, pounce. Then a big flop.
It was Mr. Jang landing in a heap on the bed next to me.
He must have sensed my depression since last night and decided to work from home today. Despite my acting normal and expressionless face, he took the initiative to speak to me about what was bugging me. What followed were sobbing and wailing (on my part) and bear hugs (on his part).
I hate acting like a child and crying. I look stupid with puffy eyes and a red face. And I wanted to push this big bear away.
Two hours later, after calming down and having lunch, I thank him silently for being the bigger person, for putting down his pride and being honest with me too.
Thank you, Mr. Jang. I don't know if you are the best husband in the world, but I know you are that precious tree that protects and comforts when the rest of my world gets tough.
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