Mary is saying goodbye to her husband, John, as he nears death.”My love,” said John. “Before I die, I must confess that I was once unfaithful to you with another woman. In our fifty
years of marriage, I had a brief moment of weakness.”
Mary, shocked and saddened, looks at John with teary eyes but decides to stay composed. “Oh, John,” she says, “after all these years, why bring this up now? Let’s focus on the time we have left together.”
John, visibly relieved that Mary is handling it so well, nods appreciatively. “Thank you, Mary. I love you.”
Mary leans in and whispers in John’s ear, “Well, John, since we’re being honest, there’s something I need to confess too.”
John, intrigued, looks at Mary. “What is it, my love?”
Mary smiles mischievously, “I also cheated on you, John. Twice. Once when we were in our thirties, and then again in our forties.”
John’s eyes widen, and he coughs in surprise. “Twice? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Mary pats his hand, “Well, I figured if you held onto your secret for fifty years, I could at least keep mine for a little while. Besides, I forgave you a long time ago.”
John, now both shocked and amused, chuckles weakly. “I guess we both had our moments, didn’t we?”
Mary nods, “Indeed. And you know what, John? Despite it all, we’ve had an amazing life together.”
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