My husband had begged me not to donate my kidney. I convinced him, and we both recovered. A year later, I found a letter he’d written three days before surgery. The first sentence made me sit down. Why had he kept it from me?
The first line of my husband’s letter made my hands go cold.
“There’s something I should have told you before you agreed to do this.”
I stood in our bedroom closet, holding the page above a box of medical records.
Daniel had written it three days before I donated a kidney to him.
And he’d hidden it for more than a year.
“I was going to leave you.”
I sat on the edge of our bed.
“There’s someone else. Her name is Rebecca.”
My husband had planned to leave me before I saved his life.
Then I read the next paragraph.
“I told Mom everything. She says I shouldn’t tell you until after the operation. She’s afraid you’ll change your mind.”
Daniel and I had been married 19 years.
We had two children, a mortgage, jobs, and the ordinary problems of a busy family.
I’d never believed our marriage was perfect.
But I’d believed we were honest with each other.
Then Daniel’s kidneys began failing.
When the doctors said he needed a transplant, I volunteered for testing.
Daniel refused.
“No. Absolutely not.”
“It could save your life.”
“It’s surgery for you too. What if something happens?”
He cried that night.
I held him and promised I understood the risks.
Eventually, he agreed.
Both operations went well.
Our families helped us recover, and gradually life returned to normal.
Except Daniel became unusually attentive.
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