I Don’t Understand Why I Became His Wife We Recently Got Married—I’d Thought My Husband Was Madly in Love with Me, Until One Strange, Unexpected Incident Made Me Question Everything. It Wasn’t Infidelity, but Something Even More Troubling. Maybe It’s Because I Cared Too Much—Loved Him Too Deeply, Forgave Too Easily, Idolised Him, Letting Him Grow Confident and Entitled, Believing Any Woman Would Crawl at His Feet, Though He’s Not That Popular with Others. Anyone Else Wouldn’t Tolerate His Faults or Blindly Trust Him. Just Before Our Wedding, He Needed Space—to Go Away Alone on Holiday and ‘Prepare’ for Married Life. I Accepted It and Let Him Go. Later, He Told Me He Wanted to Escape Civilization—No Internet, No Phone, Just Himself and the Mountains. Meanwhile, I Stayed Home, Missing Him Every Minute, Longing for His Return. A Week Later, He Came Back—My Happiest Day. I Welcomed Him With All My Love and Care, Cooking Him the Best Meals. But The Next Day, Things Got Odd—He Kept Rushing to the Hallway or Another Room, and Soon Started Leaving the House Several Times a Day, Inventing Excuses. One Day, Going to the Shops, I Found a Letter Addressed to Me From Him, Sent While He Was Away. What Was Written Inside Shook Me Deeply: “Hello. I don’t want to mislead you anymore. You’re not the right person for me, and I don’t want to spend my life with you. There won’t be a wedding. Forgive me, don’t try to find me or call me. I won’t come back to you.” So short, abrupt, and heartbreaking… Only Then Did I Realise He’d Been Checking the Letterbox the Whole Time. Silently, I destroyed the letter, never letting on I knew a thing. But how do you live with someone who doesn’t want you? Why did he marry me and pretend all was fine?

I dont understand why I became his wife.

Recently, we got married. I truly believed my husband was utterly in love with me. There wouldnt have been any doubt in my mind, save for one incidentnot betrayal, but something much stranger and more serious.

Looking back, I think it happened because I cared too much. I adored him, forgave him everything, and gave him unconditional love. He grew used to my unwavering devotion. It made him more self-assured, perhaps convinced that with a mere snap of his fingers, anyone would bend over backwards for him, even though he wasnt particularly sought after by others. Another woman would never have tolerated his faults or trusted him so blindly.

Shortly before our wedding, he said he needed some time alonewanted a holiday just for himself to prepare for married life. There was nothing I could do, so I accepted it and let him go on the trip.

Later, he told me hed escaped civilisation, choosing a place with no internet and no phone. He went alone to the Lake District, wanting to take in the beauty of nature. I stayed behind, missing him terribly. Every minute felt endless as I waited for him, my heart aching with longing.

A week later, he returned. It was the happiest day of my life. I greeted him with all the warmth and affection I could muster. I even cooked his favourite English meal.

The next day, something odd began to happen. He kept running off into the hallway or the spare room. Then, he started leaving the house several times a day, always with a different excuse. One afternoon, while heading out for groceries, I checked the post and found a letter. It looked ordinary. It was addressed to me, sent by him while he was away. What it said shook me deeply:

Hello. I dont want to mislead you anymore. Youre not the right person for me. I dont want to spend the rest of my life with you. There will be no wedding. Im sorry, please dont look for me or phone me. I wont return to you.

So brief, so blunt, yet so devastating.

Only then did I realise that all those moments he dashed about, he was checking the postbox. Quietly, I destroyed the letter. I said nothing, never letting on that I knew. But how could I live with someone who so clearly didnt want to be with me? Why did he marry me at all, pretending everything was alright?

Sometimes, life teaches us tough lessons: No matter how deeply you love someone, you cannot make them love you in return. True happiness comes not from trying to hold onto someone who wishes to leave, but from learning to value and respect yourself.