I still consider our marriage young. Five years together as a married couple with two children. I love my husband today as I loved him years ago when this journey started. I don’t play with my role as a wife, and he knows he can count on me, come rain or shine. I tell him I love him when the chance presents itself, and he would give me a response that isn’t flattery, like, “I hear you” or “Same here.”

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I want to hear the words from his mouth like he used to say them when our love was new. To me, it’s a confirmation that we haven’t aged in love or gone off track—or that I haven’t done anything to make him love me less. But he won’t say the words or finds clever alternatives, which, to me, still don’t replace what I want to hear.

So I asked him, “Why is it so hard for you to say you love me? You don’t love me anymore, or you think saying it isn’t important?”

He answered, “Leave love for kids. What’s keeping me here isn’t love but duty. We’ve grown past that.”

I haven’t changed his words or put any where he didn’t place them. That’s exactly how he said them, and they pierced through my heart. I’m still made for love. I don’t think age will make me get tired of hearing “I love you.” I tell my kids because I want them to say it back when it matters most. The same way I want to hear it from my husband.

“You don’t love me anymore? Is that what you mean? What’s duty? You mean it’s a chore to love someone you call your wife?”

Yes, I was dramatic when asking these questions because love is drama. It’s a song. It brings out the best in us, and what can surpass the idea of someone loving you, no matter the years spent together?

He responded, “This is not drama, so stop being dramatic and face reality. Do you eat love when you wake up in this house?”

Yes, he does the right things most of the time, so I’d rather think of his actions as coming from love and not duty. So I want to ask the men here: Do you feel the same way toward your partner? You don’t love them because they don’t eat love? But do I also eat duty? What’s even the meaning of duty?

While I’m here, loving him with my whole being, waking up at dawn to cook his meals, paying the kids’ fees as a sign of support, and serving from dawn till dusk out of love, his reason is only duty.

I Was Fine Until I Was Alone In My Room

He does what he does because it’s his duty as a husband, not because of love. He’ll have to come again, or else I’ll drag him to our pastor to go and explain there, so we can pray the spirit of duty away and replace it with love. I want love, not duty.

This isn’t asking for too much, is it?

—Beverly

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