Without Complain
Once in a month, after several absent from home days, he curried favor with Margie presenting her with a preposterous rose bouquet in front of all their friends.
She would get lost in words and her lips whisper, “Thank you!” as light red color appeared on her cheeks.
Late at nights, when no one could hear or see her, Margie walked on the terrace enjoying the night sky full of stars and the wind would dry out her doleful tears.
She never complained. Even once. But sometimes she felt very lonely, even though her daily responsibilities were a little more than the average housewife’s.
What made her stand out was that she loved her husband. She shared joy of his victories and she carried the pain of his failures. Again, she never complained and gave him all the freedom he asked for. And freedom he wanted to have.
He never thought that marriage relationship should bring any changes to his personal interests and activities. She never argued him on this because she respected his freedom.
She was loyal and devoted.
He loved Margie with her submissiveness, gentle spirit and her beautiful smile, which she always gifted him with and this very smile took away all the guilty feeling that sometimes visited him just for a short time.
But he did not know the stories of her childhood and he never knew what was happening on her heart deep nights when she walked on the terrace letting wind wipe her tears.
Once in a month, after several absent from home days, he curried favor with Margie presenting her with a preposterous rose bouquet in front of all their friends.
She would get lost in words and her lips whisper, “Thank you!” as light red color appeared on her cheeks.
Late at nights, when no one could hear or see her, Margie walked on the terrace enjoying the night sky full of stars and the wind would dry out her doleful tears.
She never complained. Even once. But sometimes she felt very lonely, even though her daily responsibilities were a little more than the average housewife’s.
What made her stand out was that she loved her husband. She shared joy of his victories and she carried the pain of his failures. Again, she never complained and gave him all the freedom he asked for. And freedom he wanted to have.
He never thought that marriage relationship should bring any changes to his personal interests and activities. She never argued him on this because she respected his freedom.
She was loyal and devoted.
He loved Margie with her submissiveness, gentle spirit and her beautiful smile, which she always gifted him with and this very smile took away all the guilty feeling that sometimes visited him just for a short time.
But he did not know the stories of her childhood and he never knew what was happening on her heart deep nights when she walked on the terrace letting wind wipe her tears.
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