{"id":66341,"date":"2025-06-29T15:21:43","date_gmt":"2025-06-29T15:21:43","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=66341"},"modified":"2025-06-29T15:21:43","modified_gmt":"2025-06-29T15:21:43","slug":"my-husband-said-that","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pulsperry.com\/?p=66341","title":{"rendered":"My Husband Said That"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Mark always said that diner wasn\u2019t my kind of place\u2014too greasy, too loud, too full of strangers and stories we didn\u2019t want to know. But more than that, he said he<\/em> didn\u2019t like it. Claimed the smell of fryer grease and stale coffee reminded him of other people\u2019s problems, soaked into the vinyl booths like regret.<\/p>\n

Then he started going\u2014once a week, always alone. At first, I didn\u2019t question it. Said it was just \u201csomewhere quiet to think.\u201d But something didn\u2019t sit right.<\/p>\n

One rainy evening, I followed him. Parked across the street, heart pounding. Through the foggy window, I saw him. Not just sitting there. Smiling. Laughing. And she was there too\u2014a young waitress with a warm smile and a hand resting gently on his.<\/p>\n

It wasn\u2019t the touch that broke me. It was the way he looked at her. Like she was the answer to a question I didn\u2019t even know he was asking.<\/p>\n

In that moment, I realized the diner wasn\u2019t the problem. It was me. I\u2019d become the silence he no longer wanted to sit with<\/p>\n

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