A Hidden Passion: The Secret Behind My Husband’s New Hobby
My heart pounded as I stepped into the workshop, my breath hitching as I took in the scene before me. My husband, standing in the dimly lit space, was covered in what looked like red smudges. His shirt was stained, and his hands were gloved, gripping what appeared to be a carving tool. The air was so thick with the scent of wood, paint, and something else something metallic.
He turned, startled, his face partially and obscured by a mask. When he saw me, his eyes widened, and he quickly removed the gloves, rubbing his palms against his jeans as if trying to rid himself of the evidence.
“You followed me,” he said, his voice both surprised and resigned.
I nodded, unable to form words. My mind was racing, trying to make sense of the scene before me. The workshop was cluttered with wooden sculptures, half-finished pieces, and slabs of wood coated in various hues of paint. Then I noticed it—the source of the red stains. It wasn’t blood, as my wild imagination had feared, but deep red lacquer.
I exhaled shakily. “You’ve been… sculpting?”
He hesitated, then nodded, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Yeah. I didn’t know how to tell you.”
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, my heartbeat finally slowing. “Why would you hide this from me?”
He sighed, taking off his mask completely. “Because I was afraid you wouldn’t understand. It’s just… something I needed to do for myself. Something that made me feel free.”
I stepped closer, inspecting the sculptures around the workshop. Each one was intricate, beautiful in its rawness. Some were abstract, others detailed replicas of human faces, animals, and even what looked like a rough carving of me. I ran my fingers over the wooden surface, feeling the grooves and imperfections.
“This is incredible,” I whispered, finally meeting his gaze. “Why keep it a secret?”
He swallowed hard. “I guess I thought you might think it was weird. That spending hours here instead of at home with you would make you feel neglected.”
I studied his face, realizing that this hobby—this passion—had given him something he had been searching for a long time. A sense of fulfillment, an escape from whatever had been weighing on him.
I smiled, reaching for his hand. “I want to know everything about it. Show me what you’ve been working on.”
Relief washed over him, and for the first time in weeks, I saw the man I had fallen in love with—excited, open, eager to share. He led me to a new piece he had just started, explaining the vision he had for it, his hands animated as he spoke.
As I listened, I realized that this wasn’t just a hobby. It was a part of him I had never known, a passion that made him whole. And I wanted to be part of it, every step of the way.
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