My wife was sleeping next to me… and all of a sudden I got a Facebook notification, and a woman asked me to add her. So I added her. I accepted the friend request and sent a message asking: “Do we know each other?” She replied: “I heard you got married but I still love you.”
She was a friend from the past. She looked very beautiful in the picture. I closed the chat and looked at my wife, she was sleeping soundly after her exhausting day of work. Looking at her, I was thinking about how she feels so safe that she can sleep so comfortably in a completely new home with me.She is far from her parents’ house, where she spent 24 hours surrounded by her family. When she was upset or sad, her mother was there so she could cry in her lap. Her sister or brother would tell jokes and make her laugh. Her father would come home and bring her everything she liked and still, she placed so much trust in me. All these thoughts came to mind, so I picked up the phone and pressed “BLOCK”. I turned to her and slept next to her.I am a man, not a child. I have sworn to be faithful to her and so I will be. I will fight forever to be a man who doesn’t cheat on his wife and tear a family apart.. So from this story, the narrative explores a moment of temptation and loyalty in the life of a married man. One night, as his wife sleeps peacefully beside him, he receives a Facebook friend request from an old flame who confesses she still has feelings for him. This unexpected contact brings a rush of memories and emotions, as the woman in question appears very attractive in her profile picture. However, as he contemplates his sleeping wife’s vulnerability and trust in him, he reflects on her sacrifices and the deep trust she has placed in him by moving away from her family to build a new life together. Moved by these thoughts and recognizing the depth of his commitment to his wife, he decides to block the old flame on Facebook, choosing fidelity and honoring the vows he made. This decision underscores his maturity and determination to resist temptations, reinforcing his identity as a devoted and faithful husband. The story highlights themes of loyalty, trust, and the choices that define us.
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