I Received an Old Letter from My Husband That Said, ‘I Did This for Us but You Must Keep Silent’ — the Truth Left Me Stunned

I was so excited to receive a letter sent by my husband when we were teenagers. But the cryptic note inside and photos of our classmates, including one of a friend who drowned, left me questioning our entire lives.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, the kind where nothing particularly exciting happened. My husband, Ernest, was tending to the garden. Our kids, 15 and 14, were out with their friends.

Happy man gradening | Source: Midjourney

Happy man gradening | Source: Midjourney

Meanwhile, I was sitting in the kitchen of our cozy suburban home, sifting through the day’s mail. There was nothing unusual, at first. Bills, advertisements, and a random catalog I’d never requested.

But tucked between a grocery coupon and a credit card offer, I spotted a yellowed envelope with frayed edges. That was odd, yet what was even more surprising was the postmark dating back 20 years.

Upon closer inspection, I recognized Ernest’s messy handwriting. Had he sent it? Based on the date, we must have been in high school still. He and I started dating a couple of years after graduation and got married 15 years ago.

A bride walking down the aisle | Source: Midjourney

A bride walking down the aisle | Source: Midjourney

The idea that he’d sent me something even before that was extremely exciting and romantic, so I smiled as I ripped into the envelope.

Inside was a single piece of paper and ten small photographs. There was a message on the note and the words immediately made my smile disappear:

“I DID THIS FOR US, BUT YOU MUST KEEP SILENT.”

What did that mean? I really had no idea, so I glanced at the photos, hoping they might explain.

Photos on a table | Source: Pexels

Photos on a table | Source: Pexels

Most of them featured the teenagers from our high school, faces I recognized immediately. Well, some more than others. I saw myself, Ernest, my best friend Cynthia, etc. But one in particular stood out, and not for a good reason.

Thomas.

I gulped as the memories came back. Soon, tears started stinging my eyes.

Thomas had been a friend of ours, too. He was a sweet, goofy guy who had tragically drowned one summer. It was a horrific event. I always thought the best of him. I always… well. But staring at his photograph, I noticed something else.

A teenager by a lake | Source: Midjourney

A teenager by a lake | Source: Midjourney

Thomas was standing by the lake where he met his end, while everyone else’s photos were taken at the school. Why was his image different? And why did my husband write that strange note? Were those two things related?

Either way, something wasn’t right.

I was still holding the photos and the note when the back door creaked open. Ernest walked into the kitchen, his gloves and hands streaked with dirt from yard work.

A man in gardening clothes | Source: Midjourney

A man in gardening clothes | Source: Midjourney

He smiled briefly at me, but as soon as his eyes landed on what I was holding, the smile vanished.

“Where did you get that?” he asked sharply.

I hesitated. “It came in the mail,” I said, holding the envelope up. “Ernest, what is this? You sent it 20 years ago? And this note…” I unfolded the paper, showing him the bold words.

My husband’s eyes darted between the note and the photos in rapid succession, but he didn’t say a thing.

“What does it mean?” I urged.

A woman looking worried | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking worried | Source: Midjourney

At last, he let out a laugh, a breathless sound.

“Wow, I can’t believe it really showed up after all this time,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “There was a company that offered to send you packages in the future. I was just messing around back then. I thought they went bankrupt.”

I frowned. Was there really such a thing? Like a time capsule messenger service? I had no idea, but in any case, it didn’t explain the note.

A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

A woman frowning | Source: Midjourney

“But then, what does this message mean?” I insisted. “‘I did this for us, but you must keep silent.’ I don’t understand.”

Ernest laughed awkwardly again.

“I was trying to get better at photography back then. I wanted to be a photojournalist, remember? I think I was also trying to impress you. You’d friend-zoned me in high school. But also, I didn’t want others to know. It wasn’t exactly the coolest thing for a guy to be into. I probably wrote that just in case the package was sent immediately by mistake. I didn’t want you to tell anyone.”

A teenager with a camera | Source: Unsplash

A teenager with a camera | Source: Unsplash

He took a deep breath after finishing that long-winded explanation and turned, removing his gloves and beginning to wash his hands.

I studied his back. It was tight, and his movements were jerky. “What about Thomas?” I asked, holding up a specific photo. “Why did you take this by the lake, instead of the school like everyone else?”

A man washing his hands on a kitchen sink | Source: Midjourney

A man washing his hands on a kitchen sink | Source: Midjourney

Ernest turned slightly and frowned, but he didn’t meet my eyes. “Oh, I probably didn’t catch him at school and took another photo at the lake instead. He was my friend, too, you know,” he sighed as he dried his hands. “It’s sad to see that picture at all and know what happened later.”

With a nod and a deep breath, my husband left the kitchen. He didn’t rush, but his back was still stiff. I stayed back and stared at the photos again as if I could see something new; some clue I hadn’t spotted before.

His explanation made perfect sense, but something in my gut told me there was more to this story.

A woman looking worried | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking worried | Source: Midjourney

As a matter of fact, there was a time when… if things had been different… Thomas could have been my….

I didn’t even notice that 30 minutes had passed until Ernest returned to the kitchen, freshly showered. I tracked his movements as he poured himself some water and drank it casually.

“Ernest,” I began.

“Yeap?” he said, too nonchalantly, widening his eyes in curiosity.

“Are you sure nothing else is going on?” I insisted, holding up Thomas’s photo again.

A woman's hand holding up a photo | Source: Midjourney

A woman’s hand holding up a photo | Source: Midjourney

He frowned. “What are you really asking, Suzanne?”

I looked down at the table and licked my lips. I didn’t know how to express myself without any… accusation.

“It’s just that your face and your body language were pretty strange when I showed you the note and the photos,” I said and smiled, hoping to be reassuring. “Is there something else you’re not telling me? You know I love you. You can tell me anything. We’ll get through it.”

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Look, baby,” Ernest said, walking around the kitchen but not meeting my eyes once. “I was shocked by the package, the memories, what happened to Thomas. I don’t know. And what I said before is the only explanation I can think of for that message. God, I don’t even remember what I had for breakfast today, so maybe, something else happened.”

He exhaled and put the water glass down on the counter.

“Maybe, there was some inside joke between us,” Ernest suggested, shaking his head. “Again, I don’t know. But we can just throw this out if it’s worrying you.”

A man frowning while leaning on a counter | Source: Midjourney

A man frowning while leaning on a counter | Source: Midjourney

My hands instinctively placed Thomas’s photo behind my back, like I was shielding it. Ernest raised an eyebrow at me, so I started speaking.

“No, no,” I smiled wider, hoping he didn’t notice it was forced. “I was just being silly. This is actually really nice. It brings back so many memories.”

“Okay, then,” he said, approaching me. His hands touched my shoulders, and he kissed me quickly before going to the living room to watch TV.

A man's hand holding a remote in a living room | Source: Unsplash

A man’s hand holding a remote in a living room | Source: Unsplash

Once he was out of view, I closed my eyes and tried to calm myself. I also tried to push down my crazy imagination before the idea of two teen boys standing by a lake appeared behind my eyes.

No. I was not going there.

Instead, I pictured the Ernest I knew: the great husband, who massaged my feet when I was pregnant, the unbelievable father who never missed our kids’ games, and the amazing provider who gave us a beautiful home, tended to the garden, and occasionally grilled the best steak in town.

Meat and potatoes on a grill | Source: Unsplash

Meat and potatoes on a grill | Source: Unsplash

And with those very real memories in mind, I let my worries go. I put the photos and the note back into the envelope and stored them in a drawer where we kept random things.

I finally left the kitchen and smiled sweetly at my husband as I passed through the living room toward our bedroom. Once in bed, I reached for my phone.

Phone | Source: Unsplash

Phone | Source: Unsplash

The AirPods settled into my ears, and I clicked play on one of my favorite podcasts about unsolved mysteries. The stories always calmed me. I must have fallen asleep because Ernest woke up me with a kiss.

He had even prepared dinner, and our teens were already at the table, chatting wildly about their day. My husband laughed and asked them questions while we dug into the food.

It was then that I took a good look at us, at this perfect moment in time with our family. I knew that in 50 years, I would still remember how happy we were.

A man smiling at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A man smiling at the dinner table | Source: Midjourney

And I wanted more of that. So, I looked at Ernest and squeezed his hand before turning to my kids with a smile. I listened intently to their conversation. It was a great dinner.

Later that night, I slept in my husband’s arms, holding him tightly as if he might disappear.

I had a wild imagination. I knew that. What’s more, I also knew that the podcasts I listened to tended to make me paranoid, even if I thought they were soothing.

But this was my reality. This was the truth and what mattered. I wasn’t going to jeopardize that by coming up with crazy scenarios and questioning Ernest’s words. I believed him fully, and I still do.

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

A happy woman | Source: Midjourney

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20+ Things That Make It Obvious That Iceland Is Not Easy to Understand for the Rest of the World

The name of the country itself hints that the climate there is not very warm. And this is where all of its charm is hiding: it’s like the Snow Queen looking at you with her cold piercing eyes. And you can spend ages looking at this country: the waterfalls, the rocks, the volcanos, the beaches with black sand, and 8 months a year when you can see the Northern Lights. All these things make Iceland a country from a parallel reality that anyone would love to go to, at least for a little vacay.

We at Bright Side think that there should be things to fuel our dreams and this article does exactly that. Now is probably the best time to start saving for a trip to Iceland to see its beauty with your own eyes. It’s definitely worth it.

“My sister rented an apartment in the north of Iceland for Christmas, and this is her view.”

Before 1987, every Thursday in Iceland, there were no TV broadcasts.

The people from Iceland born before 1987 joke that they were probably conceived on a Thursday. The thing is, Thursdays were the days of communication when people were supposed to pay more attention to each other. This is why the only channel in the country at the time didn’t work on Thursdays.

Footage from the Icelandic TV show Keeping up with the Kattarshians, where cats are filmed living in a tiny home

Black sand beach in Iceland

“In Iceland, you can hand-draw a map on your mail, without an address, and it will still make it to its destination.”

  • That’s because buildings are so far apart from each other and there are lots of distinct geographical locations, so it is easy to determine the location. The-Daily-Meme / Reddit

Blue Lagoon in Iceland is a geothermal hot spring that wasn’t open to tourists until the 1990s.

  • That’s insane, it simultaneously looks like the hottest and coldest place on the planet. obamium-11 / Reddit

The people in Iceland can see the Northern Lights 8 months a year.

“There are places in Iceland where you can be standing on the North American and European tectonic plates at the same time. This rift was from an earthquake.”

There’s a cave shaped like Yoda in Iceland. Do you see it?

“Iceland does not want to deal with your stupidity — and I think that’s beautiful.”

“Traveling within Iceland because we couldn’t go elsewhere. Found these guys sheltering themselves from the wind…”

And there’s a magnificent glacier in the background!

Glacier rivers in Iceland

  • I used to have an art teacher who went to Iceland every year. He had hundreds of photos of the countryside. I have never seen anything like this country. The bizarre colors and shapes that naturally occur there are nothing more than breathtaking. JanJaapen / Reddit

A black church called the Heimaey Stave Church

  • I was fortunate enough to see this church in person last year. There is a spring/fountain very close nearby with some of the cleanest and tastiest water I’ve ever had. Hard to even describe. Sletzer / Reddit

The Kerið Crater in winter is unreal.

“A photo of a road and landscape I took”

The last McDonald’s cheeseburger sold in Iceland. McDonald’s no longer exists in this country.

“Stayed in an unusual hotel near The Golden Circle in Iceland”

“This crater lake in Iceland merges with a powerful glacial river. One of the most surreal sunrises I’ve ever experienced”

This very cozy street in Iceland

  • This whole country is cozy. Seriously. I went there last winter and I’ve never been to a more cozy place in my life. dc-redpanda / Reddit

The view from some public restrooms in Iceland

“The puffins returned to eastern Iceland this week. I was lucky enough to see thousands of them in one spot.”

“This house my wife and I stayed at while in Iceland”

  • Pretty much every building in Iceland has a view as good as this, that country is just insane. Chilis1 / Reddit

A sunset snowstorm in Iceland

I have the urge to set this as my phone’s wallpaper.

Would you like to travel to this amazing country?

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