The Night He Cried Like A Child, I Knew There Was Something Wrong With The Man I'd Just Married

Anonymous Anonymous in Life Is Tough on 17 July, 2017

I was almost done with my engineering and my parents had already started searching for a prospective groom for me. That's when this US-based businessman came over and asked for my hand for his son.

What surprised me was that he didn't know anyone from my family or even my friends but he just came up from somewhere. My family was shifting to Canada and he requested that we get married before that. My parents said that it would be my decision - to marry or not to marry him. Since these people were completely unknown to me, I decided to refuse. But then, my would-be in-laws were over affectionate and dazzled as I was, I could still feel something was wrong. But every one else in my family believed I was overreacting. 

My marriage was a wonderful one, the three months that followed were beautiful. My husband was the most adorable man! I sometimes wondered as to why I had even thought of refusing to marry this angel. Then my in-laws were to go back to the USA, taking me with them.

Having lived in Saudi Arabia all my life, I was trying to accept the change. I never liked the US but then, my love was going to live there, so I had to go.

As soon as we got to the US, we were given a house of our own, a big beautiful house, with all possible facilities. Life was never so beautiful! And then that night, my husband was a different man. He was behaving like a little kid, absolutely like that! I was surprised, and then at midnight, he started crying. I was horrified. I didn't know what was wrong. I called my mother-in-law, she told me maybe he was tired and needed to sleep. I gave him some medicines and put him to sleep.

I didn't didn't know that the day to be followed, would change my life forever. He was mentally ill and his mental age was of an 8-year-old child. He was given medicines for three months to make him behave normally in front of me. I was right. That feeling in me, before getting married, was absolutely right.

I hate him, though he loved me a lot. He wanted sex almost every night and I gave in. But I never loved him. I hated him every moment I lived with him. Then came the news. I was pregnant with his child. He couldn't understand what that meant but he knew he was going to become a daddy. He was very happy. I hated him. I hated my in-laws for doing this to me.


I hated every one who made me believe that these people were good. My parents would be shocked so I could never tell them what was going on in my life. My family did not know what I was living through, and I just could not tell them. I cried everyday and he cried when he saw me crying. My husband loved me more than anyone else. I was his world.

Although I spoke with him politely, with not much affection, he would always shower me with affection. He was mentally an eight year old. But his love knew no bounds. He would kiss me everyday. He would try to feed me. He would get chocolates for me. He did everything to get my love. But I couldn't love him like he wanted. During my delivery, he accompanied me in the delivery room. I was crying, screaming, and he tried to calm me down. He kissed me when I was finally quiet. He fed me when I was weak.

This innocent person, who I'd hated all along loved me to no extent. That was the day I decided to change. When I came back home, I hugged him and thanked him.

I kissed him and he cried out of happiness. His goodness and innocence had won my heart over. I consulted various doctors, and his treatment started. He was making amazing progress and finally one day, he was the same person that I'd married. He would look at me with gloating affection, and he would kiss me with passion and hold me in his warm arms, his heart was still the same beautiful one. It's rhythmic beating reminded me of his love, which made me change for the good, for him.