Rose
After 25 years of marriage, the wife feels that you no longer love her
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Honey and Rose had been husband and wife for twenty-five years. They met at university, sharing lectures, long late-night conversations, and dreams of the future. After graduating, they married almost without hesitation, certain their love would endure anything. They loved each other deeply and sincerely. From that love, two children were born: a son in the first year of marriage and a daughter in the sixth
Over time, they built a large house where their children grew up, laughter echoed, and family celebrations took place. But the years passed. Work, responsibilities, and raising children gradually pushed romance aside. Love became a habit, then routine, and finally an obligation
A few weeks ago, their youngest daughter left the parental home. And although deep down both of them understood that the children had been the last thing holding their marriage together, neither dared to say it out loud. For Honey, Rose had gradually become more of a reliable and convenient housemate than a beloved woman
One evening, Honey was sitting in front of the television. Rose stepped out of the bedroom in an evening dress, walked past him, and quietly said:
He didn’t see her face. He didn’t notice how hurt, anger, and pain mixed upon it. Lowering her head, Rose walked to the fireplace, where a vase stood — a wedding gift, a symbol of their beginning — and smashed it against the floor
Honey jumped up:
In that moment, Honey realized that everything that had been building for years had finally burst out. Silence was no longer possible. It was time to speak to Rose seriously, for the first time in many long years.
Over time, they built a large house where their children grew up, laughter echoed, and family celebrations took place. But the years passed. Work, responsibilities, and raising children gradually pushed romance aside. Love became a habit, then routine, and finally an obligation
A few weeks ago, their youngest daughter left the parental home. And although deep down both of them understood that the children had been the last thing holding their marriage together, neither dared to say it out loud. For Honey, Rose had gradually become more of a reliable and convenient housemate than a beloved woman
One evening, Honey was sitting in front of the television. Rose stepped out of the bedroom in an evening dress, walked past him, and quietly said:
I’m going out for a walk.
Yeah, have a nice walk,Honey replied absent-mindedly, without taking his eyes off the screen
He didn’t see her face. He didn’t notice how hurt, anger, and pain mixed upon it. Lowering her head, Rose walked to the fireplace, where a vase stood — a wedding gift, a symbol of their beginning — and smashed it against the floor
Honey jumped up:
Have you lost your mind, Rose?!
Me?she cried through tears
Your wife leaves at night dressed like she’s going on a date, and you don’t even look at me! You don’t care about me at all!
In that moment, Honey realized that everything that had been building for years had finally burst out. Silence was no longer possible. It was time to speak to Rose seriously, for the first time in many long years.