[ WP ] After 8 years of happy marriage my husband confessed to me he 's straight .

`` Honey... we need to talk.'' 
 
 I glanced at him. He is crossing his hands and looks straight into my eyes. 
 
 I sigh. This is never a good sign. Those words always mean we are experiencing a bad time in our live... or are about to face one. 
 
 `` Sure thing, dear. Let me just put little Andrew back to sleep.'' He nod. I took the little angel and lay him inside his little crib. I kissed his forehead lightly and quietly leave the room. 
 
 Outside, Eric has sat himself down on the kitchen chair. He waved at the chair in front of him, prompting me to sit down. I sat down quietly, waiting for the impending bad news he is about to give. 
 
 `` I have a confession to make... hon..'' He look so depressed, as if he is holding the whole world on his back. 
 
 I held his hand and look at him with the best supportive expression i can find. `` I am all ears, dear. Just say it.'' 
 
 Eric never shown his negative expressions before. He always told me that, whatever we are having in our lives, we have to keep smiling and move on. His kind demenor makes him popular with everyone. 
 
 I was the complete opposite of him. I was always pessimistic. All the time, I would always imagine the worst thing possible that could happen to us. 
 
 But Eric will put a finger on my lips, shush me, and gave me a tight hug. 
 
 He supports me through everything I went through. As time pass, I started to change and become more cheerful. I confessed to him when we were almost graduated from university, and we have been together ever since. I would do anything to be with him, and I know he will too. 
 
 Eric looks back at me. He usually will hold my hand back, smile and tell me his struggles. 
 
 But instead, he drew his hand back and sigh. 
 
 `` I've been meaning to tell you this back to the day you confessed to me...'', Eric said, `` but I just... I do n't want to hurt your feeling... The last thing I want to do is seeing you cry.'' 
 
 My heart starts to beat faster. *What does he mean? Is he in love with another person? Does he actually hate me all this time? * These questions flew around inside my head, but I kept my calm. 
 
 `` Just tell me dear, I am ready to hear it.'' 
 
 ``..Jamie... I-I am actually straight...'' 
 
 My heart stopped beating. H-he ca n't be serious, right?! I look at him, expecting him to laugh and tell me it was all a bad joke. 
 
 But instead, he looked away in shame. 
 
 My head feel blank. I ca n't think of anything to say. All I can do is to glance at the room baby Andrew is sleeping in. 
 
 Where the baby we adopted is calmly napping.
