My marriage was going great until the day I came home from a business trip and discovered that my husband, Jake, had turned our backyard into a funeral venue. And it was my funeral. In that moment, I was confused and shocked. What was he thinking?
They say that love can make people do crazy things, but hosting your living wife’s funeral? That’s a whole new level of insanity.
Let me share with you a bit about our relationship. Jake and I met at a dinner party, thanks to my college friend Rachel. He had everyone laughing with his terrible dad jokes, and I knew right then and there that he was different from anyone I had ever met.
Six months later, he proposed to me at our favorite coffee shop, and I couldn’t have been happier with my decision to say yes.
We were excited to start a family right after our wedding, but things didn’t go as planned. Month after month, we received negative pregnancy tests, and we couldn’t figure out what was wrong.
After two years of trying, we decided to seek help from fertility specialists. We were hopeful that the treatments would finally give us the positive results we had been waiting for, but unfortunately, none of them worked.
During this time, we faced constant questions from well-meaning relatives, which only added to our pain. Relatives would suggest different fertility remedies, and the pressure became overwhelming. It was so heartbreaking, and I often found myself retreating to the bathroom to cry. But Jake was always there for me, offering comfort and reminding me that we were perfect just as we were, regardless of whether we had children or not.
Let me tell you about the better part of my life, the part that excites me. I have been climbing the corporate ladder since the beginning of my career, and I am currently a manager at a large firm, overseeing a team of fifteen people. Last quarter, we landed three major clients, and I couldn’t be prouder of what we have achieved. Jake, on the other hand, works as an accountant at a smaller firm. He might not make as much money as I do, but that has never been an issue between us. We support and celebrate each other’s successes, whether big or small.
Some people didn’t understand our dynamic. They found it strange that I earned more, that we didn’t have kids, and that we were content with our simple life. But Jake and I were in sync, until that one fateful day.
I was on a business trip when my boss urgently called me and informed me that I needed to go to Denver to salvage an account. It meant missing Jake’s birthday and the BBQ party we had planned. I dreaded breaking the news to him, but I had no choice.
When I arrived home and told him about the trip, he seemed hurt but tried to put on a brave face. Little did I know, he had misunderstood the situation. He thought I was leaving him behind and had decided to host my funeral as a response.
I was furious when I walked into our backyard and saw the funeral setup. Rows of chairs, flower arrangements, and a blown-up photo of me with black ribbons surrounding it. It was surreal. I confronted Jake, and he yelled at me, accusing me of leaving him for my promotion. It turned out that my mother had mistakenly told him about the promotion, and he believed that I was planning to abandon him.
