I took my husband to school of love - part 2

I took my husband to school of love - part 2

I landed in a soft armchair, next to two unknown people, but who spread so much warmth that it seemed like we had known each other for a lifetime. In front of me, on a low table, were three cups of steaming coffee and a huge plate of cakes in which I immediately plunged. "Tell me, why are you crying"? George asked me, with a gentleness I really needed. "How do you know?" I asked him, but I realized I had made a mistake. "Well, I still see something, like through the fog, but, especially, I feel that you are not in your best mood. "Well, I don't think so either, his wife intervened, introducing herself to me as Ingrid. Carrying a big bag by herself, in her condition, and she also bent back to pick up my shopping on the floor!" Then I cried again. It had hit the nerve and helped me understand why I was crying. I had seen what pure, lasting love looks like. An almost blind old man, who greets his wife to get rid of the shopping cart and pamper her with a coffee, in gratitude for her efforts. And who knows how many such gestures they made for each other every day?! Breathlessly, I let go and told them about my Viktor, who loved me without a doubt, but who had drawn over time a kind of red line that I could not cross: when he came tired of at work, I was the one who brought her coffee or beer to her nose, when he had a "meeting with the boys" was excluded from changing his schedule for me, and when I was pregnant, although he was at the peak of happiness, he didn't often find it appropriate to ask me if I need any help. Honestly, I didn't ask him about it either, I knew that he had a hard job in construction and that he was struggling to make money for his family, about to grow up. Now I understood what I was missing! Viktor had never waited for me with a steaming coffee, he had never offered to help me with cleaning, laundry or other work that either took the time or was hard. Not even to drive me when I was going shopping. That I could only handle myself, right? "But does he pamper you for your birthday?" "Oh yes! It makes me feel like a queen ... And for Christmas, Easter, and the holidays ... But, otherwise, I often feel alone, especially now ..." "Well, little girl, you are both children, especially your husband," Ingrid decreed. There is no question that he loves you, but, in his mind, you are the base, the strong pillar of the house, it doesn't even cross his mind that you look stronger than you are. As for tenderness ... " "What could I say, they are no longer fashionable, they are called teenage sweets ... I said." "They're not teenage sweets! They spring from the heart! George interrupted me. They are hidden in the heart sometimes and do not know how to get out of there. Believe me, I've been a teacher for forty years. I have an idea. Did you say your husband works in construction?" "Yes". "Well, look, our old tiles are falling in the bathroom, because of the humidity. We would need a master, for that, and for others. Do you think your husband would be willing to work for us? As for schooling, we will school him with our hearts, don't worry!" It took them a week to train Viktor, no more. Now, he took the other extreme. As I get out of bed, he jumps after me: “What do you have? What do you need? Let me do it!” That, if he's home. When he's at work, he calls me ten times a day. "How are you feeling?" What to buy on the way home? "He also instructed his parents:" Mikaela has a little more and gives birth, I don't let her stand for long. From now on, you prepare the meal on Saturday, mother. And not just on Saturdays, but whenever we need you. This training is only good because soon you will work for your nephew!” "What did you tell to Virgil?" I asked Ingrid one day, with whom I talk almost daily on the phone. "What should we tell him? We didn’t speak much about it. But you know what it's like, the craft is learned by seeing and doing. Our decision is made: Ingrid and George will be the godparents of our child. They are emeritus teachers in life and we want our son (yes, we will have a little boy very soon) to be their student, as we were. the End