“You came home!”
He closed his eyes.
I saw the tears before he could hide them.
That evening, after everyone left, Ben and I sat on the porch.
The house was quiet.
Emily was asleep upstairs.
He looked at me.
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not giving up on me.”
I leaned back in my chair.
“I was angry.”
“I know.”
“I was hurt.”
“I know.”
“But I never stopped loving you.”
He reached for my hand.
“I never stopped loving you either.”
We sat there for a long time.
Then he said something that stayed with me.
“I thought being a good husband meant making sure you never had to worry.”
I looked at him.
“And now?”
He smiled sadly.
“Now I think being a good husband means letting you worry with me.”
I squeezed his hand.
“That’s better.”
