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
"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
"How was your dinner date?" Asked my
wife when I got home.
"Very nice. Much more than I could have imagined."
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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