Great Love Stories
The Other Woman
After twenty-one years of marriage, I discovered a new
way of keeping the spark of love alive. A little while
ago, I started to go out with another woman. It was really
my wife's idea.
"I know that you love her." She said one day,
taking me by surprise.
"But I love You!" I protested.
"I know, but you also love her."
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my
mother, who had been a widow for nineteen years. It was
only possible to visit her occasionally due to the demands
of my work and my three children.
That night, I called to invite her for dinner and a movie.
"What's wrong, are you well?" She asked.
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late
night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some
time with you." I responded.
"Just the two of us."
She thought about it for a moment then said, "I would
like that very much."
I drove over to pick her up on Friday after work. I was
a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed
that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She
waited at the door with her coat on. She had curled her
hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate
her last wedding anniversary. She was wearing a smile
on her face that was as radiant as an angel's.
"I told my friends that I was going to go out with
my son, and they were impressed." She said, as she
got into the car.
"They can't wait to hear about our meeting."
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was
very nice and cosy. My mother took my arm as if she were
the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu.
Her eyes could only read the large prints. Half way through
the entree, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there
staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.
"It was I who used to have to read the menu to you
when you were small." She said.
"Then it's time that you relax and let me return
the favour." I respond.
During the dinner we had a pleasant conversation that
was nothing extraordinary. However, it helped us catch
up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so
much that we missed the movie.
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll
go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you".
I agreed.
"How was your dinner date?" Asked my wife when
I got home.
"Very nice. Much more than I could have imagined."
I answered.
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack.
It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to
do anything for her. Some time later, I received an envelope
with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place
mother and I had dined.
An attached note said, "I paid this bill in advance.
I was almost sure that I couldn't be there but, nevertheless,
I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for
your wife. You will never know what that night meant for
me. I love you."
At that moment, I understand the importance of saying,
"I Love You" in time and to give our loved ones
the time that they deserved. Nothing in life is more important
than your family. Give them the time they deserve because
these things cannot be put off to "some other time".
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