I came back from a business trip only to discover my husband holding a funeral for me in our backyard
My marriage felt perfect until I came home from a business trip to find my backyard transformed into a venue for *my* funeral. Jake, my husband of six years, was at the center, greeting guests in black.Before leaving, I’d told him I’d miss his birthday due to work. What I hadn’t shared was that I’d been offered a promotion—one I wanted us to decide on together.When I came home early to surprise him, I found rows of chairs, black ribbons, and a portrait of me framed as though I’d died. Shocked, I confronted Jake.
“Your mom told me about the promotion,” he said angrily. “I thought you were leaving me behind!”
Jake had overheard my mother and assumed I’d abandon him for my career. Instead of asking me, he staged this bizarre “funeral” to symbolize the death of our relationship.I explained the promotion included a position for him too, but the damage was done. That night, I stayed with my mom.The next day, I accepted the promotion—without him. Jake’s insecurity and theatrics had destroyed our trust.
Looking back, I’m glad we didn’t have kids. Some marriages end quietly; mine ended with a funeral for love itself.
