A Tale Of Two Diary Entries
Wife’s Diary:
Tonight, I thought my husband was acting a little odd. We’d planned to meet at a nice restaurant for dinner. I’d been out shopping with friends all day and was running just a little late. I figured maybe he was upset about that—but he didn’t say a word.
Over dinner, the conversation just didn’t flow. I suggested we go somewhere quieter so we could really talk. He agreed, but still said very little.
I asked if something was wrong.
“No,” he said.
I asked if I’d done anything to upset him.
“No, nothing to do with you,” he replied. “Don’t worry about it.”
On the drive home, I told him I loved him. He gave me a little smile, kept his eyes on the road, and didn’t say “I love you, too.” My heart sank.
When we got home, he sat quietly in front of the TV, barely saying a word. I finally went to bed, convinced something was terribly wrong—that maybe he was thinking about someone else. Fifteen minutes later, he came to bed and fell asleep right away. I lay there crying, certain my marriage was falling apart.
Husband’s Diary:
Missed a two-foot putt today…
Who on earth misses a two-foot putt?!
