I saw this couple in church yesterday that made the melancholy in me (which is like 90% of me) hit its peak.
After the children left for sunday school (or children’s church whichever you want to call it) the little wife scooted closer to her husband and looked at him with the most adoring face I think I’ve ever seen….but he was completely non-responsive. At first I thought, “oh, that sucks, he didn’t even notice…he’ll notice later”. But a few moments later she moved even closer to him and locked her arm in his. Again he sat motionless; face fixed forward. Finally, the little wife moved in as close to her husband as she possibly could, with one hand clutching his arm and the other rubbing it. She just looked at him waiting for him to acknowledge her advances and at least smile. But alas….there was no reply. So the little wife unlocked her arm, put her hands on her own lap and slowly inched away to her desolate spot on the pew. As a look of devastation swept across her face, she turned to face the front of the church and didn’t make another gesture toward her husband the rest of the service.
The whole time this was happening I wanted to go to the husband and slap him across the face. Don’t you realize what’s going on here man!? Your beautiful wife is sitting there begging for your attention and you can’t even smile at her.
It was quite possibly the saddest thing I’ve seen in all my 25 years.
Admittedly, I do not know what happened before or after the service. All I know is….if that’s what I have to look forward to….maybe I don’t want to get married at all.
I have spent half…no, more than half…of my life being rejected by people who were supposed to stand by me. I definitely don’t want to continue in that.