Jacks darling

A fictive story, I am calling the man Jack. I must say, this could be in any other household a millions of times over:

Jack adored her, from the day he brought her into his home. She could do no wrong and if Jack was not pleased with something she did, she would give him such a sad face, without a word, Jack knew she was sorry, very sorry, so sorry. He had to love her.

Jack never expected her to do anything in the house, she never needed to clean, not even when she made a mess. She would not be expected to do the washing up or any other kind of household work. Jack would make sure she had good food, only the best for her, sometimes being cooked separately. Jack didn’t mind the extra work, she was worth it.

They would have intimate times together, like when he sat on the couch watching TV, she was quite large and took up most of the couch but she would put her head on his lap and he would offer her some nice snacks which she always appreciated.

At night she would warm his cold feet, during the daytime they would go for nice long walks, he usually suggested the way, but sometimes she wanted to go somewhere else, he would always give in to her suggestion, they never argued about anything, a perfect couple.

Many years later, she became ill and was suffering. Of course Jack brought her to see a doctor but it became obvious she would not recover.
And one day, Jack had to say a final good bye to his beloved.

Today, Jack sits on the sofa next to his wife, who was banned from sitting next to her husband for so long, as Jack darling would not let her get anywhere near them. His wife was the one that keeps the house clean, cooks, does the washing and speaks her mind which does not always please Jack, but then, he did marry her.