I forgave her, and she sent me and the kids home with most of the delicious leftovers.
Greg avoided me and drove himself home.
I was disappointed he hadn’t learned his lesson as quickly as his mother.
A few days later, I sold some unused items online and combined that money with the cash I got from Christmas cards. I walked into a store a day after and bought myself a pair of beautiful, warm winter boots. They should last me at least three years.
When I arrived home hours later, Greg was standing in the middle of the living room.
His face darkened when he saw my new boots.
“Where’d you get the money for those?”
I smiled and slipped off the boots, deliberately taking my time. “Oh, I decided how MY money is spent. Do you have a problem with that?”
Greg’s face twisted before he sighed.
“Yes… well, no. It’s just that…” he trailed off.
He leaned down and retrieved a gift box from under the tree. It hadn’t been there this morning.
“I went out and bought this,” he shrugged. “It took me a while, and my pride got in the way, but I was wrong, baby. Can you forgive me?”
My husband handed me the gift box, and I took it, trying to hide my excitement.
I knew what was inside: a pair of new winter boots, which were much more expensive than the ones I’d bought.
I chuckled and hugged Greg. Yes, I forgave him. And I think I fell in love with him more that winter.
Because he started treating me like he did when we first fell in love.
Yet, I insisted on opening my own bank account and starting a side home business, so I could make my own money. I wasn’t going to stop being a stay-at-home mom or housewife, but a little more independence was just what the doctor ordered.
And my husband was supportive. That’s all I wanted!
