My husband started disappearing for hours after he retired, and I made the mistake of assuming I understood why. The day I followed him into an old neighborhood on the edge of town, I realized there was a part of his life I had never been allowed to see.
My husband retired six months ago, and I thought the hardest part would be getting him to stop checking his work email.
I was wrong.
Paul and I have been together since school. Forty years married. Longer if you count those awkward hallway years when we knew each other’s faces before we knew each other’s real lives.
Then he retired, and something in him went quiet.
I thought I knew the man I married.
Then he retired, and something in him went quiet.
At first it was small. He slept later. Sat longer over tea. Wandered into his office and shut the door halfway. I told myself he was adjusting.
Then he started taking long walks.
His doctor had told him to move more, so that part made sense. At first I was pleased.
He smiled, but not properly.
“Excellent,” I told him. “Maybe now you’ll stop hovering while I cook.”
He smiled, but not properly.
So one afternoon, when Paul put on his walking shoes and said, “Won’t be long,” I did something I never thought I would do after forty years of marriage.
I followed him.
I had not retired yet, which meant I had coworkers to borrow cars from. I took one from the office car park because Paul knew my car too well.
Paul walked to the only house on the street without a sign.
He walked for a while, then stopped at a grocery shop. He came out with two canvas bags, full but not so heavy that he could not carry them.
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