08/16/2025
n our 10th wedding anniversary, my husband told me he had a surprise for me. He said to wait until the evening and promised I’d be thrilled. A few hours later, the doorbell rang. I thought, "Maybe this is the surprise he planned!" Well… it was definitely a surprise. Standing on my doorstep was a woman. She looked about my age—dark hair, circles under her eyes—nothing remarkable. Her: “Hi, I’m looking for my husband. He went missing 10 years ago.” Me: “Oh, I’m so sorry. How can I help?” Her: “He was recently spotted in this area. Here’s his photo, maybe you’ll recognize him.” She pulled a pic from her bag and handed it to me. I took a look and couldn’t believe my eyes. This wasn’t some stranger. It was my husband. I just stood there in silence, feeling like a fool. What was I supposed to do now? How could I possibly handle this? UPDATE: I invited the woman inside, explained everything, and together we waited for my husband to come home. And when I saw his face—and heard what he had to say—I became even MORE confused!😨🔽
