We’ve all questioned one another’s motives before. Maybe it’s because our society is raised on distrust and paranoia. When someone is doing something out of the ordinary a lot of us automatically assume malicious intent is their motive. This situation is commonplace in marriages, and in fact, it is often intensified. But sometimes situations aren’t as bed as people presume. This is exactly what happened to one man when he woke up in his own bed, hungover, beat up and very confused…
The situation was unsettling. Despite his injuries and throbbing head, things almost seemed to be going too good. He crawled put of bed moaning, and aching and realized (as many of us have done before) he couldn’t remember a thing after the bar. Much to his suspicious surprise he discovered two aspirin, a cool glass of water, and a rose on the bedside table. A message was written in lipstick on the bedroom mirror. It read, “Good morning! Your favorite breakfast is on the table. I went out to get groceries for your favorite dinner tonight. I’m also stopping at the mall to pick up something to model for you, and tonight we’re going to have some fun!”
He slapped his face to make sure he was awake. No, this couldn’t be real. Usually when he woke up after a night out he would be in the dog house for something or another, have make his own breakfast, and do yard-work all day to make up for his drunken blunders… But this? Something wasn’t right.
Unsettled, he discovered that his clothes from the night before had been washed and neatly folded by the bedside. Wincing as he examined his injury, he realized that he had an awful bruise on his left shoulder. Between the uncommon message his wife left and the awful pain he felt everywhere, he truly feared the worst. This had to be some type of sinister trap. He made his way towards the bathroom and took an icy shower, all the while trying to remember what had happened the previous night. Had he cheated on his wife? Did she find out and hatch some elaborate plot to get back at him? Had she found the hatch in the garage? God forbid she found the hatch, he thought. But he wasn’t sure.
He finally stumbled into the kitchen where an elaborate breakfast was set out. His son was in the next room playing video games, innocently.
“Toby!” he called. “What is going on? Why did mom leave such a nice breakfast?”
“All that? You don’t remember last night, Dad? It was hilarious! You came home acting really weird last night, I think your were drunk. You staggered into house babbling and we couldn’t understand you. Then you tripped over the coffee table and slammed your shoulder right here on the couch. Mom tried to guide you into the bedroom so you could get some sleep, but you kept protesting. She finally gets you into bed and starts to take off your pants to get you into your pajamas. And you started shouting at mom.”
“What did I say?” the man asked with fear in his voice.
“You said, ‘Stop! Stop! I can’t! I’m married! I am married! Go away! I love my wife!”
Flooded with relief, he collapsed onto the couch next to his son. Thank God, he thought, she didn’t find the hatch in the garage…