{"id":76491,"date":"2024-05-10T15:44:59","date_gmt":"2024-05-10T08:44:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/?p=76491"},"modified":"2024-05-10T15:44:59","modified_gmt":"2024-05-10T08:44:59","slug":"my-rich-husband-forbade-me-from-entering-one-room-in-our-house-i-could-not-stop-crying-when-i-saw-what-he-was-hiding","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/justmetalking.com\/my-rich-husband-forbade-me-from-entering-one-room-in-our-house-i-could-not-stop-crying-when-i-saw-what-he-was-hiding\/","title":{"rendered":"My Rich Husband Forbade Me from Entering One Room in Our House \u2013 I Could Not Stop Crying When I Saw What He Was Hiding"},"content":{"rendered":"

My Rich Husband Forbade Me from Entering One Room in Our House \u2013 I Could Not Stop Crying When I Saw What He Was Hiding\n

When Alexis\u2019 parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn\u2019t prepared for. I couldn\u2019t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself. \u201cAlexis,\u201d my mother said, \u201cRobert is a catch. He\u2019s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn\u2019t even have to work.\u201d\n

I couldn\u2019t refuse. My father had made it clear. \u201cYou marry Robert, Alexis,\u201d he said, puffing on his cigar. \u201cOr you can figure out your own living arrangements.\u201d In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu. \u201cWe will continue to bake what we know,\u201d my father insisted. Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert\u2019s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don\u2019t know how my father arranged our connection. Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert\u2019s affluence\n

nothing short of extravagant. Robert\u2019s wedding planner had thought of everything. My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke. \u201cI\u2019m looking forward to being married,\u201d he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding. \u201cBut I don\u2019t know what I\u2019m doing,\u201d he added. That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in. wo days after our wedding, I moved into our new home. \u201cCome, I\u2019ll show you around,\u201d Robert said. He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I\u2019d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call. \u201cIt\u2019s beautiful,\u201d\n

I said when we got to the kitchen. \u201cEverything is beautiful.\u201d \u201cNow, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,\u201d he declared with a hint of pride. I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage. But one thing, Alexis,\u201d he said. \u201cThere\u2019s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.\u201d I nodded at Robert. I couldn\u2019t fathom why I wouldn\u2019t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn\u2019t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey. A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home. Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn\u2019t have a lot of time. A quick in and out, I thought to myself. Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face.\n

I didn\u2019t know why I was crying. I didn\u2019t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time. The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband\u2019s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert\u2019s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war. \u201cHow dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?\u201d Robert\u2019s face turned red with rage. \u201cI just want to understand,\u201d I stammered. \u201cI just want to know you, Robert.\u201d Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be. \u201cAlexis,\u201d he said, \u201cCome, let\u2019s sit.\u201d Robert led me to the living room. \u201cMy father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away.\n

These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,\u201d he confessed. My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke. What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father\u2019s approval, unfolded in our home.In those vulnerable moments, I didn\u2019t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn\u2019t know how to go about it. In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April. through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter. We\u2019ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert\u2019s past but is now my little reading nook.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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