A Man And His Wife – An Observance

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Picture courtesy of Advance Auto Parts

I watched a man today, an older man he was, walking quick as can be from the store across the parking lot to his truck where he’d left it you see.

Toddling far behind, each step
appeared laborious with no obvious nomenclature, was his wife of as many years, but much rounder in her stature.

He didn’t seem to notice, didn’t seem
to mind that his wife of many untold
years, he’d left so far behind. He dropped his small shopping bag into the rear gate, slid beneath the steering
wheel where he proceeded to just wait.

The stout woman trudged along, her eyes straight ahead. Her feet seemed to lag behind the swaying of her head. She neither smiled or grimaced in her wake while she struggled on alone. Her husband of a long, long time sitting idly while she climbed into his truckish throne.

Not once did he relinquish his kingly domain to offer her assistance, this woman who bore his name. She pulled and she clambered to take her seat so high and before her belt was fastened tight, onto the highway he did fly.


  1. willowdot21 says:

    It is very , very sad. Life get tidious if you stop caring 💜💜

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    1. Even worse if the person (male or female) is not even aware of it! Thank you for reading and commenting Willow. Your thoughts are greatly appreciated. 🙏


      1. willowdot21 says:

        It’s always good to reach out 💜💜

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  2. It’s a complicated scenario for sure. I just wonder when his ability to either feel empathy and compassion for her dissipated or when he lost the desire to just be loving and attentive. Either way, it’s very sad.


  3. Sadje says:

    Oh I can just see this scenario in my mind. Seems like a grouch man.


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