You Hold the Key
Every good relationship, especially marriage, is based on respect. If it’s not based on respect, nothing that appears to be good will last very long.
Amy Grant
The Key
I had no words to describe the way I felt. The moment my feet sensed the cold water of the ocean, I was sure my heart left my body and flew above the white clouds of euphoria. Then, I looked behind me and they were all sitting on the sand, staring at me.
I could see the beautiful, large eucalyptus while, at the same time, the hot wind didn’t stop stealing its wonderful smell and spreading it all over the place.
My wife along with our two little boys looked forward to seeing me joining their company, while John and Leonard were hooked on Amanda’s legs making her life difficult. As she was trying to put their funny, blue hats on their heads, I kept smiling while asking myself the reason I had betrayed her trust.
I had met Amanda at the airport in Los Angeles and we both headed to New York. During the flight, I discovered that she was the most interesting woman I had ever talked to and I was impatient to know everything about her.
Amanda was a successful publisher; she loved books and everything concerning the publishing industry. She was thirty-five years old, at that time, and she had never thought the idea of getting married and having children. When we came closer and discovered that we loved the same things, without any further delay, we rushed to get married and have a baby.
Before long, Amanda decided to leave her job, while I was happy that she wanted to focus her attention on the needs of our family, ignoring her satisfaction and desire. The love for the books and the industry had been replaced by the presence of me and our two boys.
Everything seemed perfect and I assumed we had all that we needed until I made the biggest mistake of my entire life and I destroyed our family. I had betrayed everything she had made me promise and she had seen the betrayal in my eyes. I had cheated on her and, the moment I realized what I had done, I was sure I would never overcome my most stupid action ever.
I hated being single and I didn’t like one night stands, but no one will ever be perfect.
Now, my beautiful partner waved at me and sent me the love of her heart through a flying kiss.
The entire situation remained weird since the last time I saw my wife she was crying but, this time, Amanda looked happy with no teardrops, no screams and no disappointment. I couldn’t explain what was happening.
I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes and laughed because I believed everything was the same as usual. We all liked having fun.
When I sensed Amanda’s fingers on my wet skin, the cold water had already covered my body. I continued searching for her eyes, but I couldn’t find her.
“You hold the key,” Amanda intoned, while I thought it was a kind of game.
I was still able to hear her voice, but I couldn’t see her and I didn’t stop wondering about that. It was weird while, out of the blue, I recalled the moment she took the babies and left our house. I had confessed to my sin and she was angry at me. I would never forget her facial expression the moment she told me that she wanted divorce.
I was still confused since I could hear her voice, but my mind was locked on the time where I had shattered her heart. “How could this be possible?” I kept asking myself...
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Amy Grant
The Key
I had no words to describe the way I felt. The moment my feet sensed the cold water of the ocean, I was sure my heart left my body and flew above the white clouds of euphoria. Then, I looked behind me and they were all sitting on the sand, staring at me.
I could see the beautiful, large eucalyptus while, at the same time, the hot wind didn’t stop stealing its wonderful smell and spreading it all over the place.
My wife along with our two little boys looked forward to seeing me joining their company, while John and Leonard were hooked on Amanda’s legs making her life difficult. As she was trying to put their funny, blue hats on their heads, I kept smiling while asking myself the reason I had betrayed her trust.
I had met Amanda at the airport in Los Angeles and we both headed to New York. During the flight, I discovered that she was the most interesting woman I had ever talked to and I was impatient to know everything about her.
Amanda was a successful publisher; she loved books and everything concerning the publishing industry. She was thirty-five years old, at that time, and she had never thought the idea of getting married and having children. When we came closer and discovered that we loved the same things, without any further delay, we rushed to get married and have a baby.
Before long, Amanda decided to leave her job, while I was happy that she wanted to focus her attention on the needs of our family, ignoring her satisfaction and desire. The love for the books and the industry had been replaced by the presence of me and our two boys.
Everything seemed perfect and I assumed we had all that we needed until I made the biggest mistake of my entire life and I destroyed our family. I had betrayed everything she had made me promise and she had seen the betrayal in my eyes. I had cheated on her and, the moment I realized what I had done, I was sure I would never overcome my most stupid action ever.
I hated being single and I didn’t like one night stands, but no one will ever be perfect.
Now, my beautiful partner waved at me and sent me the love of her heart through a flying kiss.
The entire situation remained weird since the last time I saw my wife she was crying but, this time, Amanda looked happy with no teardrops, no screams and no disappointment. I couldn’t explain what was happening.
I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes and laughed because I believed everything was the same as usual. We all liked having fun.
When I sensed Amanda’s fingers on my wet skin, the cold water had already covered my body. I continued searching for her eyes, but I couldn’t find her.
“You hold the key,” Amanda intoned, while I thought it was a kind of game.
I was still able to hear her voice, but I couldn’t see her and I didn’t stop wondering about that. It was weird while, out of the blue, I recalled the moment she took the babies and left our house. I had confessed to my sin and she was angry at me. I would never forget her facial expression the moment she told me that she wanted divorce.
I was still confused since I could hear her voice, but my mind was locked on the time where I had shattered her heart. “How could this be possible?” I kept asking myself...
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