The Loving Cup
The silver creamer had been a wedding gift. We always laughed about it as it was much fancier than anything else we owned. For more than 20 years it sat in a box in the attic.
It wasn't until he left that he let me know what it was he had done six months before. He had polished the creamer as a symbol of his renewed dedication to our union. In his mind he had turned it into a loving cup. He just didn't tell me about it. I never noticed and he never told until it was too late.
So he was bitter and made me feel it was my fault that we didn't last.
A loving cup is to be shared, not hidden... or else it is just a creamer, left to tarnish in the dust.
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