Marriage to Emily was a waking nightmare for me. She was demanding, loud, but my father had chosen her for me. He spotted the daughter of his mate and decided wed be a perfect match. Since I had no other girlfriend and was already thirty, I felt I had no choice but to tie the knot. Emily ran everything in our marriage; every detail had to go her way and fit her plans. According to her schedule, we had our first child, then the second.
Life went on, marked by hardship and disappointment. There were so many bad moments that it felt like I was living in a personal hell. I despised my wife, my kids, and fell out badly with my father-in-law. I didnt think I could survive it without divorcing.
My mother always had my back, but both she and my dad just told me to wait it out and be patient. It was as if, with all their years, they knew something I didnt, and were certain Id discover the truth myself when I grew older.
And so, the children grew up and went off to make their own way in the world. Im still with Emily; weve gotten used to each other, learned to get along, and now I cant imagine my life without her. Money is fairly steady these days. At last, we have a quiet happiness, making life feel like a storybook. Were both healthy, dont want for anything, love each other, and really have nothing to worry about. Everything is as good as it gets. For ages now, we havent had anything to complain about.
It took us a long time to get here, but I wonder do people ever truly feel happy when theyre caught up in work, kids, and everything else? Or perhaps, like me, happiness only finds you in old agewhen theres nowhere left to run and no reason to escape.






