After 23 years of marriage, Mary longed for a simple night out with her husband, Jack. But when he refused—admitting he felt embarrassed by her—she never expected the lesson that would follow.
Jack and Mary had fallen into a monotonous routine. Jack would return from work, collapse onto the couch, and turn on the TV, while Mary’s responsibilities never seemed to end. She cooked, cleaned, helped with homework, and cared for their children until exhaustion overtook her.
Late at night, she would watch romantic movies, yearning for the days when she felt special—when Jack looked at her with love.
One evening, after catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the tired woman staring back. The next night at dinner, she gathered her courage.
“Jack,” she said softly, “I was thinking… maybe we could go on a date? There’s a new restaurant downtown.”
Jack scoffed. “A date? Why? It’s not a special occasion.”
Mary’s smile wavered. “Do we need a reason?”
Instead of understanding, Jack’s irritation flared.
“Look at you! Why would I take you out? You look awful.”
Mary’s heart clenched. “I’ve been cleaning all day,” she murmured.
Jack shook his head. “No, you look like this every day. You used to take care of yourself, but now? You’re like an old maid.”
Tears welled in Mary’s eyes, but Jack remained indifferent. “Honestly, I’m embarrassed by you,” he added before grabbing his jacket and leaving.
Jack headed to his best friend Samuel’s house, hoping for a night out. But Sam shook his head.
“Sorry, I have a date with my wife.”
Jack frowned. “A date? On a random night?”
Before Sam could answer, his wife appeared, glowing with happiness. She carried fresh flowers, smiling as she kissed her husband.
“Sam, I just found these in our bedroom!”
“I’m glad you like them,” Sam said, pulling out a small gift bag.
His wife’s eyes widened. “I love it! I’ll wear this tonight,” she beamed, running off to change.
Jack watched in disbelief. “Your wife looks amazing. She’s happy. Mine… she never smiles anymore.”
Sam’s expression turned serious. “When was the last time you took Mary on a date?”
Jack hesitated. “I don’t know… two years ago?”
Sam sighed. “And you wonder why she doesn’t smile?”
Jack fell silent.
“You see,” Sam continued, “I don’t take my wife out because it’s a special day—I take her out because she’s special. She’s the light of our home, and she deserves to feel appreciated. And do you know what happens when a woman feels loved?”
Jack didn’t answer.
“She shines.”
Jack returned home, shame washing over him as he saw Mary curled up on the couch, her face still stained with tears.
Quietly, he placed a small gift box on the table.
Mary looked up, surprised.
“I’m sorry,” Jack said softly. “I was cruel. You didn’t deserve that.”
Mary hesitated before opening the box—a delicate silver necklace lay inside.
“Would you go out with me tomorrow night?” Jack asked. “I made a reservation at that new restaurant.”
Her eyes widened. Tears welled up again—but this time, they weren’t from pain.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Thank you, Jack.”
She smiled—a genuine, radiant smile. And at that moment, Jack realized how much he had missed it.
The next evening, when Mary stepped out, Jack was speechless. It wasn’t just her dress or the way she had done her hair. It was the sparkle in her eyes—the same one she had when she first fell in love with him.
Jack had taken Mary for granted for too long. But that night, something changed. He vowed to never let their love fade into routine again.
Because love doesn’t need a reason. It just needs to be chosen—every single day.