Twenty-five years with my husband Aaron felt like a minute. But did he feel the same? Our anniversary was far from what I had imagined it would be, and it was all because of a young waitress Aaron seemed to be infatuated by.
The not that fancy restaurant I booked for celebrating 25 years of marriage was the same where Aaron and I had our first date. The atmosphere was as pleasant as always, the smell of garlic bread filling the air.
I put on my fanciest dress, trying to look stunning for my dear husband.
However, no matter how hard I tried to have his attention, he seemed to be distracted by something else, looking at all directions except at me, his wife.
The realization that Aaron had his eyes at the young waitress, made me feel so unappreciated that I wanted the earth to open and swallow me.
“Aaron, honey, this place looks just like it did when we first been here,” I said. But Aaron just nodded. He wasn’t interested to pay any attention to me.
He called the waitress, and she came to our table.
“Are you ready to order?” she said pleasantly. “Yes, I’d have a steak and roasted potatoes, and my wife would have chicken and mashed potatoes, please,” Aaron ordered, not taking his eyes off of the waitress.
I didn’t want the chicken, I wanted fish and chips, but I didn’t have the strength to argue with my husband.
As the night proceeded we’ve learned plenty of things about our waitress.
Her name was Kelsey, she lived two blocks away, and owned a cat, Gypsy.
She was in a hurry to get our orders, somehow trying to get my husband to shut up and stop asking her that many questions.
I was overwhelmed by the entire experience and excused myself to the bathroom. The moment I closed the door, tears started rolling down my face. I looked at myself in the bathroom’s mirror and wondered why I wasn’t enough for my husband when he was my entire world.
I collected myself and got out, putting a smile on my face. But just as I headed towards the table, I noticed the waitress handing Aaron a piece of paper. As he red it, his face flushed.
I didn’t ask anything about it although I was dying to learn what that note read.
It didn’t take long before we decided to call it a night.
My heart raced as I wondered what that note contained. But I was too afraid to ask.
At one moment, I noticed Aaron crumbling the piece of paper and tossing it in the trash can. He then said he needed to get outside, but that he would be back in a minute.
As I heard the door closing, I rushed towards the trash and took the note out.
“You have a gorgeous wife sitting in front of you, SIR! She looks at you with loving eyes. Meanwhile, you’re staring at me. I wouldn’t have written this, but your beautiful and kind wife deserves better. Appreciate her. Love her!“
I sighed in relief. “Oh, Kelsey,” I murmured.
I was holding that piece of paper as something sacred when Aaron entered the house with a bottle of wine, a box of chocolate, and a bouquet of flowers.
He saw me with the paper and said, “Sorry I needed a stranger to remind me how special you are and how much you mean to me.”
He kissed me, and I forgave him. We spent the rest of evening celebrating our anniversary.
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