When your significant other not only remembers your special dates but also shows them respect and care, it’s always a pleasure. Emilia, the protagonist of our story today, is 38 years old and cannot boast of her devoted husband of 15 years having such a mindset.
The woman wrote us a letter in which she related how her husband chose to attend his colleague’s birthday celebration rather than hers. Emilia detailed the woman’s epic petty retaliation in her letter, despite the story’s overall bitterness.
Adam and Emilia were once quite content with each other.
Our reader Emilia, who is 38 years old, felt compelled to share her story with us and our readers. In a heartfelt letter, the woman requested that we publish her complex family situation. The woman acknowledged that some members of her family and friends think she’s made a big deal out of nothing.
However, a number of her closest friends and family members emphatically back her and maintain that her circumstances weren’t entirely healthy. They are certain that Emilia behaved appropriately and that she wasn’t exaggerating her husband’s actions in any way.
This is Emilia’s story, and she is now requesting additional opinions regarding her case.
“Hello, Bright Side!” Emilia wrote. Adam, my spouse, is 45 years old, and I am 38. We’ve been married for more than 15 years, and I never would have thought that my cherished spouse would do something so egregious and daring as to be disrespectful to us.
Since we have developed such essential qualities as empathy, respect, and mutual assistance, we have been very content in our marriage. I did believe that our family was perfect until recently and that there was nothing that could cause us to have a serious disagreement. I was gullible.
The rudeness of her husband’s actions unpleasantly surprised Emilia.
“So, I was 37 at the moment when it all started happening, and my 38th birthday was approaching,” Emilia continues as she recounts her experience. The last two years had not been easy; I had experienced some severe health problems, and my mother, who I loved, died when I was thirty-six.
Simply put, I didn’t have the time or desire to celebrate either of my birthdays over the preceding two years.
I finally accepted who I was and realized that I needed some joy in my life after experiencing extreme stress and depression. I made the decision to throw a party for all of my friends and family. I was eager to enjoy this breath of fresh air and spend time with my loved ones.
