My wife lost her attractiveness. Instead of a beautiful hairstyle, she wore a ridiculous bun on her head, and instead of elegant manicures, she had short, unpolished nails. Instead of the feminine dresses she used to love, she started wearing shapeless sweaters and baggy pants. She stopped wearing makeup altogether. In the mornings, she would wake up, wash her face, and dive straight into household chores, forgetting to take care of herself. She gained extra weight, which only added to the overall sad picture. Cellulite appeared, along with love handles and stretch marks.
When we first met, my wife was a stunning beauty; all the men would turn to look at her, and I felt a swell of pride that she was with me. Now, everything had changed drastically. Walking around the apartment was a creature that didn’t even pluck her eyebrows or wear a bra over her not-so-great breasts.
It seemed to me that the woman I once knew and the person before me were entirely different. I made the decision that I didn’t want to be with her anymore, and I ended our relationship.
How surprised I was when I saw her a year later. Coming toward me was a woman of unbelievable beauty. She had red hair, lovely makeup, and stylish clothes. She walked with a confidence that drew the attention of men everywhere. She wore a fitted dress that accentuated her gorgeous figure. Her hair flowed in the wind, and there was a captivating sparkle in her eyes.
She had no excess weight. Her hands sported a beautiful manicure, and her face was attractively made up. I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was a beauty queen. And she was the mother of my three children.
Only later, after our separation, did I realize why my wife had changed so much. She had given birth to our third child. Her skin couldn’t bounce back to its previous state quickly, resulting in a less-than-firm appearance. Her body couldn’t recover so fast after having two kids so close in age. Plus, she had to take care of the little ones. Where was she supposed to find time for beauty treatments? And when could she wear her beautiful outfits when all her free time was dedicated to the home and kids?
During the times when our babies were napping, my wife tried to spend at least half an hour with me. She didn’t have time to focus on herself or her appearance. I understood that she chose clothes that made her comfortable. She often put her hair in a bun because it was the quickest way to gather her hair up. And she wore loose sweaters and pants because they could easily get dirty or torn while she played with the kids. Despite her total lack of time, my wife always looked happy. The home was cozy, and delicious meals were prepared. She remained kind and welcoming. Only a fool would leave such a woman over temporary changes in her appearance. And that fool was me.
Now that the kids are older, my wife goes to the gym, and her figure looks divine. She wears lovely fragrances, and her nails are long and manicured. Why didn’t I realize before that this was all temporary? I now understand that my children and my wife were my happiness. And I lost that happiness because I was a selfish fool who couldn’t analyze the situation.
Unfortunately, my wife will never forgive me for leaving her during tough times. Now I know that before judging a woman for her unkempt appearance, one should consider how she feels about you and the home. More often than not, it’s simply that she doesn’t have time for self-care.