The Day I Realised I Wasn’t Just a Wife, But Responsible for a Life

This happened around the 18th of July, 2014. We were newly married, still learning about each other, slowly trying to become friends before anything else.

My husband usually returned home around 8:30 or 9:00 PM. So when the doorbell rang at around 6:00 PM, I casually assumed he had come home early.

But when I opened the door, it wasn’t him.

It was his colleague, Sharma.

He handed me my husband’s mobile charger and casually asked how he was doing.

I was confused.

I told him my husband hadn’t returned home yet. That’s when he said something that froze me.

“There was a small accident at the office. Something fell on his head. He left in the morning itself.”

My heart stopped.

I didn’t know what to think. Tears started flowing instantly. Seeing me cry, Sharma tried saying something to calm me down and left.

With trembling hands, I kept calling my husband. After a few attempts, he finally answered. He said he was at the guest house with his friend — the place where he used to stay during his bachelor days.

I could barely speak. I asked if he was alright and told him everything. I asked him to come home immediately.

When he finally walked in, I saw a huge bandage wrapped around his head.

That sight broke me.

I started crying uncontrollably. Not out of drama. Not out of anger. But out of fear.

Then I turned to his friend Jeevan and scolded him for not informing me. I told him I deserved to know. I was his wife. I was responsible for him.

My husband calmly explained that a metal object had fallen on his head, causing a small cut. He had received first aid and was advised to take rest.

Still, I wasn’t satisfied.

I took him to the hospital again to make sure everything was truly fine. We did an MRI. The wait felt endless. But when the doctor said everything was normal and that he would be fine with a day’s rest — I finally breathed.

That day, I told my husband something important.

“Good or bad, I need to know. Because I am responsible.”

He understood.

And what touched me even more — instead of feeling offended, Jeevan understood too. He saw my fear, my love, my responsibility.

From that day on, he wasn’t just my husband’s friend.

He became my friend.

And slowly, we all became family.

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