{"id":1918,"date":"2024-12-06T09:12:59","date_gmt":"2024-12-06T09:12:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/?p=1918"},"modified":"2024-12-06T09:13:01","modified_gmt":"2024-12-06T09:13:01","slug":"my-wife-had-been-marking-tally-counts-on-her-hands-when-i-discovered-what-she-was-tracking-i-turned-pale","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/momentsunfolded.com\/archives\/1918","title":{"rendered":"My wife had been marking tally counts on her hands \u2014 when I discovered what she was tracking, I turned pale"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cMarried life is great, right?\u201d I\u2019d tell my friends when they asked. And honestly, it was\u2014at least, for the most part. Sarah and I had only been married for a few months, and I was still adjusting to the whole husband role. Sarah, with her organized nature and thoughtfulness, made everything seem effortless.\n

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But eventually, something changed. I started noticing a peculiar habit. One day, she casually pulled a pen out of her purse and drew a small tally mark on the back of her hand. At first, I didn\u2019t think much of it.\n

\u201cDid you just mark your hand?\u201d I asked, a bit curious.\n

She smiled and shrugged. \u201cJust a reminder.\u201d\n

\u201cA reminder for what?\u201d I laughed, thinking it was just a joke. But she didn\u2019t elaborate. Instead, she changed the subject.\n

Over the next few weeks, I noticed her doing it more often. Some days, there would be one or two tally marks. Other days, five or more. And then there were days when there were none at all. It seemed random, but it started to bother me. What exactly was she tracking?\n

The more I saw it, the more uneasy I became. It was like she was keeping a secret from me, and that secret was slowly eating away at our happiness.\n

One night, I couldn\u2019t hold it in any longer.\n

\u201cSarah, what\u2019s with the tally marks?\u201d I asked as we were getting ready for bed. \u201cYou\u2019re doing it all the time now.\u201d\n

She looked at the marks on her hand and then at me with that same mysterious smile. \u201cIt helps me remember things, that\u2019s all.\u201d\n

\u201cRemember what?\u201d I pressed.\n

\u201cIt\u2019s just\u2026 things,\u201d she said, brushing it off like it was nothing. \u201cDon\u2019t worry about it.\u201d\n

But I did worry. A lot. I started paying more attention. She\u2019d make a mark after dinner. After we argued. After we watched a movie. There was no pattern I could see, but it made me anxious.\n