My parents told me to be patient when I said I didnt love Sarah and urged me to wait. How did my waiting end?
Marrying Sarah felt like a waking nightmare. She was demanding, loud, but my father had chosen her for me. He spotted his old mates daughter and decided wed be perfect together. Since I had no other girl and was already thirty, I had to marry. Sarah took charge of everything in our marriageevery detail had to follow her plans and wishes. Just as shed arranged, our first child came, then the second.
Life rolled on through hardship and setbacks. There were too many dark moments, turning it into pure misery. I grew to resent my wife, my children, and even fell out bitterly with my father-in-law. I never thought Id make it through without divorce.
Mum always stood by me, but both she and Dad insisted I wait and stay patient. It was as if they knew something, having lived their years, certain Id understand in time.
Now the children are grown and gone. Im still with Sarahweve grown used to each other, found our rhythm, and I cant imagine life without her. Moneys steady enough. Weve settled into a quiet sort of happiness, the kind that feels like a fairy tale. Were both healthy, want for nothing, love each other, and havent a care in the world. Everythings as right as rain. Its been ages since weve had anything to complain about.
It took us years to get here, but I wonderdo people truly feel happy while buried in work, children, and all the rest? Or does it sneak up on them, like it did for me, when theyre older? When theres nowhere left to run and no reason to.
