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My Wife Always Gets Sick When I Take Vacation, So I Decided to Be Smarter & Teach Her a Lesson

In a world where routine can sometimes capture the best of us, I took a secret vacation to rediscover the tranquility of nature and teach my wife, Valerie, a lesson about understanding and compassion. But the outcome was something I hadn’t anticipated.

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Hey everyone, Alan here. You know, life’s not without its quirks, and I’ve got a tale that’s been brewing for a while. It’s about my wife, Valerie, and a peculiar pattern that’s thrown me for a loop more times than I can count. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Let me start from the beginning, the very beginning when Valerie and I first crossed paths.

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It wasn’t your typical rom-com scene with the clumsy meet-cute or the accidental coffee spill. No, we met in a night class for adults trying to brush up on Spanish. She asked for a pen, of all things. A simple request that led to conversations, shared notes, and eventually, dinner plans. It was real, down-to-earth, and frankly, a breath of fresh air.

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Fast forward a bit, and we’re exchanging vows, promising to tackle whatever life throws our way together. I’ve always prided myself on being an understanding and loving husband. I encouraged Valerie to pursue a career if she wished, but she found her calling as a stay-at-home mom, cherishing the freedom it brought her. As for me, I respected her choice wholeheartedly.

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Now, here’s where things take a turn. My job’s the kind that eats into your personal life — 40+ hours a week, late-night calls, the works. Yet, I make it a point to be there for Valerie and the kids, Emma and Lucas. Despite the chaos, I look forward to those little vacation days, my brief oasis of calm. But, there’s a catch. Valerie, bless her, always, and I mean always, falls ill right when I’m about to take a breather.

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I’ll be sure to paint you a picture. It’s the day before one of my scheduled stay-cations. Valerie’s aware, we’ve planned this 30+ days in advance. Yet, as if on cue, she’s struck down by a mysterious ailment. This time? A sore back so severe she’s confined to bed, leaving my plans — a simple wish to sleep in and maybe, just maybe, a morning fishing trip — in the dust.

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I remember one instance vividly. Valerie, looking as if she’d battled dragons, with tears in her eyes, apologized for ruining yet another vacation. And me? I could only offer consolation, my disappointment a silent shadow in the room.

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But this last incident? It’s stirred something in me. Picture this: I’m walking through the door, the prospect of a two-day break lighting up my tired eyes, only to find Valerie laid out, a grimace of pain on her face. She tells me she’s been hit with a backache so fierce, it’s all she can do not to cry out with every breath. She claims she’s been cleaning all day, hence the pain.

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Later, while I’m knee-deep in homework duties with Emma and Lucas, the truth casually slips out. “Mom’s been on that game all day,” Emma mentions, oblivious to the bombshell she’s just dropped. Lucas nods in agreement, his focus more on the math problem before him than the implications of his sister’s words.

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“Wait, what?” I blink, the pieces falling into place. “You mean she wasn’t cleaning?”

“Nah, she was playing that farming game on her computer. She said she had to harvest the crops before they withered,” Lucas adds nonchalantly, scribbling away at his homework.

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There it was, a moment of revelation, not just about a day lost to virtual farming, but a pattern that had me questioning everything. How could I not have seen it? The signs were there, laid out by my kids.

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So, here I am, sharing this with you all, pondering my next move. How do I broach this topic without sparking another tearful apology? Is there a deeper issue at play here that I’m missing? Any advice would be greatly appreciated because, honestly, I’m at a loss here.

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I decided on a different approach for my next scheduled break — a covert operation of sorts. For years, I’d been transparent about my time off, only to have it hijacked by mysterious ailments. This time, I kept my cards close to my chest. No mention of the two days off I’d cunningly scheduled. The plan? To reclaim a piece of the tranquility that seemed so elusive.

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The morning of my covert vacation dawned, a perfect day for fishing. The kind of day where the sun winks at you, promising adventures and stories for the ages. I rose early, quieter than a whisper, and prepared my fishing gear with the stealth of a cat. Valerie was still in the realm of dreams when I kissed her goodbye, murmuring a vague, “Got to head out early today,” before slipping out the door.

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The look of bewilderment on her face as I headed to the car was something to behold. It was a mix of confusion and surprise, an expression I’d wager she hadn’t worn since our Spanish class days. But there was no time to linger on it; the lake was calling.

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Those two days were a balm to my soul. I was just a man, his fishing rod, and the vast, whispering expanse of nature. The simplicity of life condensed into the act of casting a line and waiting, surrounded by nothing but the gentle lapping of water and the occasional call of a distant bird. I lived in a tent, embracing the rustic charm of it all, letting the stress and noise of my daily life wash away with the tide.

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Upon my return, I found Valerie in a state far removed from any semblance of illness. She was the picture of health, moving about with an energy that, ironically, seemed to flare in direct response to my unannounced adventure. The fury in her eyes was a storm I hadn’t anticipated, a whirlwind of indignation and betrayal.

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“You went fishing? For two days? Without telling me?” Her voice was a sharp edge, cutting through the calm I had wrapped around myself.

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I tried to explain, to make her see the pattern that had pushed me to this. “Valerie, every time I take a break, something happens to you, and our plans fall apart. I needed this, to just be, without worrying or changing plans.”

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Tears brimmed in her eyes, not the crocodile variety but ones stemming from a deep well of emotions. “So, you decide to treat me like I don’t matter? Like I’m just an obstacle to your happiness?”

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That wasn’t it at all, and my heart sank at the thought. This wasn’t about proving a point or winning; it was about breaking a cycle that left us both drained. “No, it’s not that. I just… I wanted you to understand how it feels when plans are unilaterally changed. I wanted to find some peace, yes, but not at your expense.”

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We stood there, at an impasse, the air between us thick with unsaid words and stifled emotions. It was clear this lesson, if it could be called that, had opened up a chasm that would take more than apologies to bridge.

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So, here I am, folks, back from my little escapade, filled with fresh air but also a heavy heart. Did I go about it the wrong way? Was there a better path I could have taken, one that led us to understanding rather than conflict? I’d appreciate your thoughts because, right now, the waters are muddier than ever.

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While you’re thinking about the answer, here’s another one for you:

Feeling homesick is a funny thing; it sneaks up on you when you least expect it, wrapping its cold fingers around your heart and squeezing tight until you’re gasping for the warmth of home.

That’s exactly how I, Brittany, felt, being away at college for over three months. It was the longest I’d ever been away from home, and each day stretched on endlessly without the familiar chaos of my family’s presence.

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One day, overcome by a wave of nostalgia, I picked up my phone and dialed Ian, my ten-year-old younger brother. He had always been the beacon of innocence and joy in our family, and just hearing his voice could make any bad day better.

“Hey, bug,” I greeted, using my childhood nickname for him. “I miss you a ton. How’s my favorite little man doing?”

Ian’s voice, a mix of excitement and surprise, came through the phone. “Britt! I miss you too! College is so far away. When are you coming back?”

We talked for what felt like hours. Ian’s endless questions about college life and my attempts to describe my mundane routine in the most exciting way possible filled the gap between us. Yet, despite the laughter and shared stories, a nagging feeling tugged at my heart when I finally steered the conversation toward home.

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“So, how’s everything back there? Mom and Dad doing okay?” I asked, trying to sound casual.

There was a slight pause, a hesitation in Ian’s voice that I hadn’t expected. “It’s okay, I guess. I really wish you could come visit, though.”

His words, innocent as they were, sent alarm bells ringing in my head. Ian was never one to mince words, but something in his tone suggested there was more he wasn’t saying. That night, I lay awake, the conversation replaying in my mind, my homesickness now mixed with concern.

Determined to shake off the uneasy feeling, I managed to wrap up all my pending college projects ahead of time, packing my bags for an impromptu trip home. The thought of seeing my family again, of hugging my little brother and sharing a meal with my parents, filled me with a rush of excitement I hadn’t felt in weeks.