26/10/2025
MY WIFE DÍÈD BECAUSE OF MY PRIDE 💔💔💔
My wife and I had a little argument one Monday morning while we were getting ready for work. I was annoyed by the way she had buttered the bread. It wasn't pretty, spread poorly. I made a harsh remark to her, like a clap of thunder in the room. I didn't think it would end like this.
If I had known, I would have closed my eyes and eaten that bread without saying anything. Anyway, late it anyway...
She was hurt by the tone I used. She left the table without eating and went to work, without even saying goodbye. I was angry, she was too, and neither of us wanted to make the first move. That evening, we came home without speaking. We ate separately and went to bed without a word.
Tuesday, Wednesday, and then Thursday passed like this. Thursday night at dinner, she said "hi." I was too proud to respond, so I continued eating in silence and left. Yet, she smiled softly at me. She was a beautiful woman. Her smile could soften any heart. But to avoid giving in, I left the table. I told myself, "If this fight is going to end, she's the one who has to apologize. Not me. I'm not going to let her beauty make me say sorry." That's what I kept telling myself as I went to bed. She went to take a shower while singing our favorite song. If we weren't mad, I would have sung it with her. But my pride robbed me of that moment.
When she came out of the bathroom, I was already fast asleep.
Around 3:00 a.m., she gently patted me to wake me up. I pushed her hand away, thinking she just wanted privacy.
I didn't know it was the last time I would feel her hand on me... You
I fell back asleep.
I woke up at 7:15, late for work.
I hurried, had breakfast, and left without speaking to her.
She was still asleep. My pride prevented me from talking to her. I left as if nothing had happened .
That evening, I came home and everything was exactly as l had left it in the morning. The door wide open, the table untied... I shivered.
I rushed up the stairs, worried. When I entered the bedroom, she was still there... My phone fell from my hand. I ran to her, called out, trembling: "Baby..." Her body was cold.
I wet my pants with fear. I put my head against her chest: she wasn't breathing anymore.
I cried "Jesus!" with all my might, hugging her. But... she was already gone. There was no more life in her.
It all seemed unreal... until they buried her.
That's when I understood: my wife died in our bed, and I didn't realize it.
I couldn't cry or laugh. I was lost. My heart broke. I wanted to go crazy. If only I could turn back time...
My wife had asthma.
When she woke me up at 3 a.m., she would have an attack. She would ask me for help, probably to get her inhaler. But my pride held me back. I let her die before my eyes...
I lost the woman I loved Truly, stupidly. If we hadn't argued that morning-my wife had asthma.
When she woke me up at 3 a.m., she'd have an attack.
She'd ask me for help, probably to get her inhaler. But my pride held me back. I let her die before my eyes... l lost the woman I truly loved, stupidly. If we hadn't argued that morning, my beautiful wife would still be alive today.
It's been three weeks since she left. My world is broken.
My heart is empty 💔😔 If I could go back, I would right my wrongs.
Today, I ask Stella for forgiveness... I'm sorry. I'm sorry,😔🙏🏻
