When I woke up this morning there was a note tapped to the mirror in the bathroom.
“Dear Wife… I made you a spa appointment at the Four Seasons for 11am. A car will be there to pick you up around 10:30. Pack a bag for a day or two and set the alarm when you leave. They’ll be further instructions for you at the hotel. I’m looking forward to our date. I love you.”
I read the note 3 more times before I remembered that the car would be here in an hour. He’d always start the night in the bed with me but around two or three he’d go to the home gym or his office and just be in his own world.
At first I just knew if he wasn’t touching me he was touching someone but I checked all our phone records, his emails, popped up at his office during lunch and there was no one else. I think I just wanted a fight. To scream or yell or just a fight.
But last night he slept in the bed all night. I woke up around two and his arms around me felt foreign for a second. Lying with my husband must have seriously calmed me because I slept till past 9 for the first time since our son…
Making the bed, packing a weeks worth of clothes and lingerie when he clearly meant for us to stay just the weekend; I couldn’t stop bouncing around. My husband spoiled me, he treated me like he was afraid to let me down. Attention, affection, sex, selfless, nasty sex. So not getting that attention had me not just stressed physically but emotionally I was wrecked.
However! There is no way we were staying at the Four Seasons for a weekend and not wearing each other out.
I did one last check around the house. Called my mother and sister to let them know I’d be out of pocket for a couple days and smiled as the chauffeur opened the back door to my town car.
In the backseat was an open bottle of chilled wine, some grapes and two envelopes. I grabbed the smallest one. It was his Amex. He paid all the bills but my credit card bills.
I opened the other envelope.
“Dear Wife… I pushed your spa day back till one. Buy what you want. Well, buy most of what you want. I’d appreciate it if you forget to buy panties. We haven’t played that little game we like to play at dinner in awhile. We can’t live in the past any longer. We’ll make this right tonight and we’ll make another child tonight or at least get started trying. I love you.”
When he wanted something he made it happen. I think I had my husband back!
Part IV this afternoon.