My wife and I have been married for close to 18 years now.  We haven't always been connected like we should have been and I shudder when I think about how much time we spent going through the motions of being married.  Recently, some things happened that put us back together and life has never been better.

I had a minor operation back in September and was recovering upstairs.  In the middle of the night I needed to get up to use tha bathroom.  My wife slept downstairs on the sofa so that she wouldn't disturb me (that was her idea, not mine).  I asked her to come up so that she could help me back into the bed.  She ran up the stairs, helped me adjust my bandages, pulled back the sheets and laughed about something.

Then she turned ghostly white pale and backed up.  She didn't say anything but she stumbled toward the bathroom and passed out on the floor, breaking the toilet paper holder off with her shoulder on the way down.

I was sliced across my belly so I could not help her up.  Luckily, she pulled herself up onto the toilet and sat.  Unfortunately, she immediately passed out again and started to tumble forward.  It was all I could do to hold her upright so she could breathe while I shouted for our oldest son to call 911.

An ambulance came and took her away.  I managed to hobble down the stairs to say good-bye, but she was not aware that I was there.  I have never felt more empty or alone as when that ambulance pulled away.  I could not go with her with my stiches and being less than 18 hours out of surgery.

It took me almost an hour to get back up the stairs and into bed.  When I did I could not sleep, not even with the loritab the doctor had given me.  I was sure that I had seen my wife for the last time.

But it wasn't.  I got a call from her a couple of hours later.  Her blood pressure had dropped and she had passed out.  Her mom was at the hospital with her and would be bringing her home.  I was just glad that she was alive.

We spent the next week holed up in our room as we were both on bed rest.  It was like a long slumber party.  We'datch TV and talk for a couple of hours and then nap, wake up and surf the internet, then nap...we were together around the clock - at all hours - and loving it.

After I was healed, we went to take some pictures of an old steam locomotive.  We had been talking about it for more than a year, but somehow had always found a reason not to go.  Now, we just hopped in the car and went.

We took the pictures, then stopped off at this (what we thought was a) small antiques store.  We looked around there for a while and then discovered that there was a whole other room.  Really, there were about six other rooms and then two more floors!  All we did was walk around and talk. 

That may have been the best day of my whole life.

Then, almost three months to the day after my surgery, she had to go under the knife.  I took time off from work to sit with her and would not trade a moment of the time we spent.  While she was there we learned that her incident in September might not have been an isolated event.  SHe might have suffered a mild stroke.

There is always the danger that she will have another, larger stroke later, but we can't live in that shadow.  I make sure now that I do not leave the house without telling her that she is the only woman in my life and that I love her terribly.  I want to make sure that no matter how bad of a day I have had, she is the one who makes it better.  She doesn't have to do anything...just be there.

We have reconnected on a level I could never have imagined and for that I am grateful.

glasgif glasgif
36-40, M
6 Responses Feb 23, 2010

You are both very lucky to have each other.

I've heard it before, but I think I understand it now - Love is a noun and a verb. It's the verb part that most of us (me included) often miss.

awesome! You both have a wonderfully mature outlook.<br />
I think most people let emotions and irrational dreams cloud their perspective. Then when reality does not match their dream, they feel sore and over react like children (i have caught myself in that trap several times).<br />
It is when we recognize these tendencies and chose to overcome these false obstacles, that we allow ourselves to mature and our relationships to flourish.

Thanks, porfavor. It does take work and I think that's why we drifted apart before. Now we're older, wiser, and can see what we need to do. In the past neither of us wanted to say things like "I'm making time for you," "Or let's set some time aside and just talk." We both thought that was crazy, like we were scheduling time for one another.<br />
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Well, that's what we do now. It does NOT kill spontinaity or make the time spent together any less special. In a way, it makes it more special. Also, when I telecommute I make sure I run back to where ever she is and steal a few minutes with her, just to remind her that I love her.

Great for you both Glasgif! Sounds like you are both lucky in love and appreciate each other deeply. That is what we all yearn for and work towards. I say "work" because it does take an asserted effort; it does not just happen like a fairy tale; unfortunately so many of us have the fairy tale expectations, and therefore get deeply saddened and bitter when our dreams start to crumble. Glad you both figured out how to navigate your way through the maze of life & love. peace

I really love this story. Thanks for sharing it!