My Wife Broke Down in Front of Me and I Couldn’t Believe Why

My wife and I have a tradition that has kept us alive and going through the years we have been married. It is me picking her up from work.

It is a small gesture if you think too much about it, especially if you are single — I mean no shade, but yes.

Picking her up from work, sitting in the car and watching her strut in her heels as she walks toward me, it is calming and breathtaking at the same time.

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Some days ago I went to pick her up and it was supposed to be the same thing. She was supposed to calm the noise in my head but something was different. I watched her walk with her head down like she was shy, and the few moments she lifted it, her eyes were reddish, like she had been crying.

She opened the door, sat down and did not leave a peck like she always does. No yapping about her day either. Just silence. I asked her what was wrong. She left a quiet peck on my cheek and said nothing.

So I asked the wife of my youth, “Wifey, what is wrong? Don’t you miss me?” Nothing. “Who offended you?” Nothing.

Now in our home, there is one rule that has been keeping us. We do not do silent treatment. Whatever it is, you speak it and we discuss it. She knows I do not like silence. She knows I like to hear her yap.

I was still waiting when she handed me her phone. It was a post from Fabrizio Romano on X, formerly Twitter. She said “read it and see if it makes sense .”

The post read: Rodrygo has torn his ACL and will miss the World Cup.

That was the reason for my wife’s sadness. I prayed quietly and asked God to let calm wash over me because if I had laughed, she would have had my head on a platter. So I kept my cool.

The wife of my youth is a big Real Madrid fan. A very big football fan. Me on the other hand, I enjoy it but it is not something I am particularly keen on. The argument of Ronaldo versus Messi does not concern me at all. But if you want to raise her temperature, say Messi is better than Ronaldo and watch the wife of my youth forget every composure she has ever owned. I love it for her. I sit comfortably and watch her make her argument and my heart swells with so much pride.

I have been asking her since 2020 to start something out of it, a content page, something. She always says football is emotional and she does not want people insulting her just because they disagree. She is also not very fond of social media.

Now ladies are doing it everywhere and she feels it no longer looks unique, so I have stopped forcing it. Maybe she will read this and start, because I think you all would encourage her.

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I ended up spending good money on ice cream and aboki sausage to bring my yappy wife and guess what.

By the time we were halfway home, she was talking again. Laughing, even. Telling me things I had missed in her silence.

And just like that, my peace returned.

One day, I hope she lets go of that shyness and follows her heart. I will be there, rooting for her, loud and unapologetic, from wherever I stand. I will root for her and scream from the top of my lungs.

—Steven

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