I know marriages aren’t all plain sailing, that you have to work hard at them if you want them to succeed and that people change over time but I honestly never expected to face such a challenge to my vows this early in our life together.
It’s hard to write about but, and please don’t judge her for this, but this morning I found Rae making an instant coffee. Sure there were tears, explanations, excuses as you would expect and promises it would never happen again but I feel like I don’t know my wife any more. Riva instant. From a jar.
I know, I know. I did ask you not to judge.
I don’t know how long she has been hiding this little secret from me and I also know that I should be approaching her with compassion and love but I’m finding it very hard.
Instant. Of all the things.
I guess I’m going to have to put this behind, move on, but if I find out the bacon in our Sunday morning breakfast is fake then it just may be the end of the line.