MARRIED TO ONE - PART FOUR

 Duncan’s Dream

Catch up on PART THREE.

  My name is Duncan Mills. I got married a year ago and here is my story. Many men out there who are one year old or older in a marriage may relate to what I’m about to share.

          I married Dorothy while she was still a virgin. When I met her about three years ago, she was very spiritual: she loved the Lord and kept His precepts, including maintaining sexual purity before marriage. I was a wild boy then, a ladies’ man, and when I met her, I used to cut corners with two other women because Dorothy wouldn’t budge with my requests. However, after some months, she won me over. I yielded my spirit to Christ because I followed the light Dorothy shone.

          You see, Dorothy was different from my other women in many ways. She listened to me rant about work, my friends, and sometimes my family. She could think through problems logically. She always had an idea that gave me more diverse ideas for my designs as an architect. Dorothy was a man’s woman. She didn’t drink any alcohol but she would sit through tough times with me whenever I needed her. Dorothy saw through me. I loved her. I still love her.

          I decided to marry her because she understood me. Because I was confident that she would let me have the cookie any time after the marriage, I did the ceremony very quickly. She wanted a simple wedding with family and a few friends to pinch the budget; I gave her a fairy-tale wedding to prove that I could. Anything to make my Dor happy.

          We started saving towards getting our own home when we got married. She understood my work was demanding, especially when there were many deadlines to meet. She knew I made enough to take care of the two of us. She knew she didn’t have to work. But she was still young – twenty-five – and she wanted to make the most of her youth. I didn’t stop her. I backed her up to start her own PR company with her friend, Mavis, even before we got married. We agreed that after our marriage, she would relax on her job to accommodate me and the children we would make. Dorothy agreed to everything. She said she could even engage in remote work to keep busy but family would be her focus.

          Now, a year and a few months into our marriage, she’s more in love with her work than with me. Initially, I loved her drive and ambition for success, but that ambition has replaced me. How do I compete with her work, the same work I encouraged her to pursue?

It’s been seven months since we had something good going. She doesn’t care but I am worried. I introduced her to it. She loved it. She hounded me for it, and I loved that. I gave her my all, and I spilled my all. But now… I have to beg for it. When I broached the topic last week, she was rude about everything. My Dorothy was never rude nor quick-tempered.

Here’s my fear: if she’s rude to me, she’s kind to someone else. If she’s not giving it to me, she’s engaging someone elsewhere. If she’s not talking to me, she’s most definitely talking to someone else, and it’s not Mavis, her PR friend. I will find out who is pushing me out of her life. God help this guy if I find him.