I believed he was dreaming when he called me by her name for the first time. We had just concluded our prayer. “Carol, come closer,” he murmured as I turned off the bedroom lamp. I went cold. His ex was Carol. Two years before our meeting, she lost her life in a vehicle accident. He said that discussing her was uncomfortable; therefore, I had never even seen her picture.
I made an effort to ignore it. Perhaps that was an error. Perhaps he was chatting in his sleep. The next Tuesday, however, he returned home with a package. There were gold earrings and a crimson silk outfit inside. Try the garment on, he suggested. I chuckled. “Where are we heading?” He gave me a serious look. Simply put it on. I’d want to see something. The clothing was mine. It was close. Not even my fashion sense. He grinned as if he had seen a ghost as I emerged from the bedroom. To read more, click here.
Why Husband wanted me to dress like his ex-wife on tuesdays
