A male doesn’t usually get a bouquet from his girlfriend. I thus assumed that my lover would be both thrilled and surprised when I sent roses to his place of employment as a surprise. That night, the man who met me was the complete opposite. The garbage bin was where the flowers ended up.
Mike, my partner, works as a mechanic. After almost three years of dating, it seemed like the passion was fading lately. I thought our relationship had almost completely lost its spark and we were locked in a drab routine.
Without a question, we still loved one other. But even in our togetherness, we were never truly present. Frequently, we would conclude the day by using our phones to go to bed and saying “good night.”
One day, I decided to surprise Mike at work with a bunch of roses because I wanted to let him know how much we still love each other.
I could see the look of excitement on his face when he saw the “Just because” card. Love, your girlfriend. It served as a lovely reminder that I was considering him. In an attempt to make his day happier, I sent the flowers to the business while he was at work.
I waited all day for him to get back to me, either to say thank you or to let me know he got it. But nothing materialized.
I was really thrilled to meet him that evening. I was hopping around so much with excitement as he came through the door. But he appeared enraged rather than smiling, as I had anticipated. He flung the flowers in my face and put them in the trash without saying anything.
“Are you serious?” he exclaimed. “Are you aware of the number of jokes the men told me today? They had been making fun of me nonstop for those silly flowers. You made me feel ashamed!
My heart fell apart into a million fragments. All I wanted to do was do him a favor, and here he was, practically shoving it back in my face. My eyes began to brim up with tears, but I forced myself to hold back.
I was furious, primarily, but I was also sad and saddened. I was going to make Mike pay for it. I cried all night long that night while formulating a strategy. I knew exactly what I was going to do by morning.
When Mike arrived at work the following day, he was prepared for more jeers from his colleagues. Rather, he discovered something quite distinct.
He had a handmade cookie, a kind letter, and a single flower in each of his coworkers’ and even his boss’s hands. “Thank you for being a great boss/colleague for the man I love,” the letters said.
Mike’s coworkers started grinning and introducing themselves as he stood there in disbelief. While savoring the cookie, his friend Joe said, “No one’s ever done anything like this for us.” “Dude, your girlfriend is really special.”
This is how receiving flowers feels, then. No surprise females adore it, said a fellow employee. Another said, “I’d probably frame them if my wife gave me flowers.”
Mr. Thompson, his supervisor, gave him a back pat. “Mike, you’ve got a keeper. I might have to give you more thought for the next promotion if she likes you this much. We can put more faith in a man with greater authority if he can elicit this level of affection and trust.”
Mike blushed again, but not because he was angry. He surveyed the room, perceiving his colleagues not as oppressors but as individuals who were sincere in their appreciation of my gesture. He came to the realization that he had allowed his pride and humiliation get the better of him and that he had vented his feelings to the one who loved him the most.
The mood of the store shifted during the day. There was a spirit of admiration and camaraderie in place of the normal taunting and ribbing. Mike came to the realization that his colleagues weren’t making fun of him out of malice, but rather out of jealousy that he had someone who was so devoted to him.
Mike headed directly to the jewelry store after work. He purchased a ring, just the one he was certain I would adore. In addition, he went to the florist and picked up an enormous bouquet of roses—even larger than the one I had brought him. He needed to make up a lot of ground.
When I arrived home from work that evening, I discovered a flower and a message that said, “I’m so sorry.” More than words can express, I adore you. Tonight, please come to our favorite restaurant. Mike, I love you.
As I read the message, my pulse raced. I put on makeup and took out my new outfit. I wanted to feel lovely tonight, knowing that we had made progress toward a positive relationship.
Emotions tumbling through my thoughts, I hastily dressed and made my way to the restaurant. There he stood, looking anxious yet determined, when I went in. As I walked up to him, he stood up and held my hands in his.
His voice was real and full of sorrow as he continued, “I’m so sorry for how I reacted.” “I was terrible to you while you were trying to do something kind. I swear that I will never again take you for granted. I gave him a quick embrace while crying.
Then he dropped down on one knee and took out the ring right there in the center of the restaurant. He said, “Will you marry me?” My face was filled with tears, but they were happy ones this time. “Yes,” I nodded in a murmur. “I will, of course,” I said.
I felt that spark again, and for the first time in a long time, the entire restaurant burst into cheers. The love was back and more intense than before.
We spoke about our relationship and how we might maintain the romance for the remainder of the evening. We agreed to always talk honestly about our feelings and to surprise each other more frequently.
Mike’s supervisor summoned him into the office the following day. Mr. Thompson was truly delighted for us after learning about the proposal. He informed Mike that he had been thinking about giving him a promotion and that my love and support for him had made the decision easy.
Mr. Thompson declared, “Anyone who can inspire this kind of loyalty and love deserves to be in a leadership position.” “Mike, congratulations. You will receive a promotion.
Mike was ecstatic. That night, he smiled broadly when he arrived home and pulled me into his arms. He declared, “We did it.” “I’m so excited to begin this new chapter with you,” the speaker said.
Since then, our bond has become even closer. We still make care to have honest conversations about everything and surprise each other with small acts of affection. We ultimately experienced a sea change as a result of that one momentous event, which served as a reminder of the value of respect, love, and gratitude.
Thus, if you ever feel as though the romance is fading, don’t be scared to take a risk and try something novel. Sometimes a little drama is needed to rekindle the flame and let each other know how much you care. Who knows, maybe you’ll get a promotion at work and wind up with a ring on your finger.
It wasn’t only Mike who received a priceless lesson from a close friend or relative. A stepmother of a daughter also had to learn a few lessons the hard way about respect.
I was called the wrong name by my stepmother on purpose until I gave her a lesson.
if my stepmother calls me Eunice, even if my name is Jessica, I detest it. She has a daughter called Jessica, which is mostly why there is an odd dynamic at work. But in contrast to what you may anticipate, we get along really well. Carla looks confused since we’ve become close, sharing everything from secrets to clothing, like true sisters.
An interesting run-in occurred at the store on Saturday. Carla quickly rushed to introduce us after spotting her employer a few aisles away while we were shopping. I viewed it as a chance to impart some life lessons to Carla, while she saw it as a chance to express her love for her family.