My husband and I are a picture of a very typical couple. We don’t stand out from other couples, really, and we are fine with it. We share dreams, we do things together. We have fights, we work things out. We travel when we can, and we support each other in our chosen endeavors. We are floating in a tiny paradise that only the two of us are able to go to. To make things short, we are so maddeningly in love with each other that it doesn’t matter that what we have is something so ordinary and commonplace. We love it that way.
It’s really the little things that define our relationship. I love hearing him snore, for example, but sometimes it gets so loud that his snores wake me up, and in turn, I jolt him into consciousness by tickling his funny bones as revenge. He does’t like it, but he sees that it makes me happy to do it to him everyday, that’s why he doesn’t mind. He likes his eggs with “everything” – which means that I have to put literally all kinds of garnishes on his scrambled eggs. That’s how his mom made it for him. And even though I personally find it gross, I make it for him every morning.
They say that a man with dirty laundry is a man who isn’t loved by his wife. So I always make sure to do the laundry for him, even if he sometimes insists that he’ll do it “one of these days”. I’ll never make him do it, but he doesn’t have to know that. I want to do these things for him because he is my husband and my partner.
He doesn’t have to assure me that he loves me, because I can feel it deep inside. I can see it from the way we part ways in the morning for work. I can feel that he looks at me from a distance as I walk away from him.
For the most part, everything was fine and perfect in our little paradise. Until one day, while I was walking down the street, most of my vision suddenly disappeared for no reason at all. I almost stumbled while I was fumbling through a sea of people, and I became thoroughly scared and horrified. Miraculously, I made my way to an ophthalmologist, who diagnosed a disease in me that I have never heard of before. It was going to affect my eyes forever, which means I was doomed to be blind for the rest of my life.
I was distraught. For the first time in my life I felt hopeless. I didn’t know what to do. How was I going to live a life without my eyes? I cried for so long until I managed to pick myself up and go home.
I didn’t tell my husband immediately. I didn’t want him to worry about me. Most importantly, I didn’t want him to change his perceptions about me. I didn’t want to feel like I was a burden. Like I was his patient. Because I knew that after a while, he’ll grow tired and he will leave me because he’ll be unhappy with the entire relationship.
So I tried my best to continue doing the small things that I usually do for him, even if I did them through bouts of crying. I still tried cooking his favorite eggs, even when I was having a hard time cutting the onions. Surprisingly, I was able to do the laundry with what little sight I had. I struggled to go to work everyday with a cane, but I managed.
He didn’t understand what was going on at first but eventually he caught on. I didn’t really talk to him about my condition but somehow he knew. The idea made me so sad and inconsolable. What if he’ll leave me, now that he has figured it out? What if he’ll grow tired of me? What if he won’t love me anymore? These questions raced through my head for a long time.
When he tried to help, I didn’t let him. I didn’t want my fears to become a reality. I need to be strong for him, I told myself. I could feel his frustration, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to feel helpless around him. I wanted him to be my husband, not my babysitter.
However, something miraculous happened. And I didn’t have to be able to see to witness it. I felt it. I felt HIM. I felt him move the onions closer to me so that I can grab and cut them. For the first time in our married life he woke up early so he can wash our clothes.. And when I went to work, somehow I never get caught in awkward traffic situations.. As if he’s just behind me and controlling the traffic for me.
Ever since he’s done this for me, he never felt the need to tell me about it. I think he knows that it’ll hurt me if he tried to help me. And I appreciate that about him. I think that’s just what makes us click.. We don’t have to say the words, we just know.
Now I know the lengths that my husband will go through just to make me happy. I’ll gladly do the same for him, too.
Today are husband and I are not a typical couple anymore. I am blind, unable to do many things for my husband. And yet, he is there for me. He is my hero, my knight, my protector. He is my husband.
I love my wife. We live a fairly simple life and I’m happy with everything she has done for me. Everyday I wake up, content about how our lives have been going so far. And I adore how she does these little things for me.
Everyday I wake up to the smell of eggs mixed with everything, just like how my mom does it. She does it for me even though I know she finds it gross. I always promise to help with the laundry but somehow I always find the laundry basket empty. She definitely doesn’t want me to do it, which I find hilarious and odd at the same time.
Before I leave for work I always take a moment to stare at her. She’s just the most beautiful sight to behold, oh my God. I’ll never find another wonderful woman like her ever in my life, and for that I feel so lucky to have found her.
One day, I noticed things changing a bit. She became constantly irritated, tired, and aloof. At first I didn’t know what was happening and pleaded her to tell me. But she never did. And then one day I figured it out when she almost got into an accident with a bicycle while I was following her to work — she has lost the power of sight. I didn’t know how grave the situation was, but I knew I needed to act.
Instead of nagging her about the problem, I decided to help her in the little things, the way she always did little things for me. I helped guide her knife to the onions so that she could grab them for cutting.. I rushed to wake up early in the morning to wash all of our clothes. Every time she went to work, I silently follow her from a few feet, ensuring that she won’t get hit by any cars or by any passerby.
I guess this is my life now, and I totally accept it. In fact, I love doing all these tiny things for her, to make her life better. I love her and I want her to be comfortable. The only problem I have is that I can’t tell her about it, because it’ll make her sad and distraught. But I think that’s the point of true love right? You do things for the person you love because you love them, not because you expect something in return….