My parents urged me to be patient when I told them I didnt love Sara and asked me to wait. Heres how that waiting turned out.
Marrying Sara felt like a waking nightmare. She was demanding and loud, yet my father had chosen her for me. He spotted his friends daughter and decided we would be perfect for each other. With no other woman in sight and already thirty, I felt forced into marriage. Sara ran every aspect of our life; everything had to follow her schedule and wishes. According to her plan, we first had a child, then a second.
Our existence trudged on in poverty and disappointment. Bad moments piled up, turning our days into a living hell. I grew to hate my wife, resent my children, and had a fierce fallout with my fatherinlaw. I never imagined I could survive without a divorce.
My mother always backed me, but both parents kept telling me simply to wait and be patient. It was as if, having lived long enough, they knew something and were certain I would discover the truth when I grew older.
Eventually the kids matured and left home. Im still with Sara; weve become accustomed to each other, we get along, and I cant picture my life without her. Financially were roughly stable now. At last we enjoy a quiet, fairytalelike happiness. Were both healthy, need nothing, love each other, and have no real worries. Everything is as orderly as it can be, and for a long time weve had nothing to complain about.
It took us ages to reach this point, yet I still wonder do people truly feel happy when theyre swamped with work, children, and other obligations? Or, like me, does contentment only arrive in old age, when theres nowhere else to run and nothing left to chase?
My Parents Told Me to Be Patient When I Said I Didn’t Love Sarah and Asked Me to Wait: How My Waiting Ultimately Ended
