A second spring in middle age

I met Teacher Chen at my son's parent-teacher conference. I admit my marriage was a failure. Although my wife and I were in a free-love relationship, our relationship grew increasingly cold after the birth of our child. I was busy earning money for baby formula, and she was busy taking care of the child. We usually barely spoke a few words a day, and at night, lying in bed, we wouldn't even touch hands. Compared to an old married couple, we were more like familiar strangers.

Don't say this is the norm in marriage; at least in my family, this kind of relationship couldn't be sustained. After our son started elementary school, my wife and I completely broke down. She found someone new, and I was disheartened. I didn't want to argue or contend anymore, so we agreed to a divorce. I got custody of the child and the house, and she got the rest of the property.

After taking full control of the child, I realized how hard my wife had worked. While I was working hard to earn money for baby formula, my wife, managing all the household affairs, wasn't necessarily having an easy time either. I began the miserable life of going to work to earn money and then coming home to take care of the child. Fortunately, my son is still young, and I can manage his studies, although the numerous school events keep me quite busy.

That parent-teacher meeting was my first meeting with Ms. Chen. She is my son's homeroom teacher and Chinese language teacher, a very pretty young woman. Seeing Ms. Chen, with her ponytail and light-colored polo shirt, smiling and greeting parents at the classroom door, I thought it was nice that my son had a young and approachable teacher.

The meeting mainly outlined the tasks for the new semester after the pandemic and areas where parental cooperation was needed. After the meeting, I stayed behind to talk to Ms. Chen. I felt it necessary to explain my family situation to her, and I was concerned about my son's mental health in a divorced family. Ms. Chen is very young, and her eyes held a vitality and enthusiasm that I lacked. She expressed understanding of my family's situation and said she would pay close attention to my son's emotions and daily life. To facilitate communication, we added each other on WeChat.

Later, Ms. Chen and I maintained close contact. My son was at a mischievous age, and with the changes in our family, he still didn't understand why his mother had left, and often threw tantrums because of it. I felt helpless, unsure how to explain everything to him. Whenever Ms. Chen talked to me about my son's situation at school, I would apologize repeatedly, unsure of what to do.

I was grateful to Ms. Chen; my son had caused her a lot of trouble. I told her I wanted to treat her to a meal to express my gratitude, but she declined. I smiled, thinking it made sense; she was sensitive after all. On Teacher's Day, I bought a bouquet of flowers and a box of mochi, which most girls love, and had my son take it to his teacher. When he came home from school, he told me that his teacher was very happy to see the mochi. I smiled again; what a little foodie! From then on, I would have my son bring a box of mochi to his teacher every few days. Ms. Chen never refused these small treats. It was these small treats that forged an unbreakable bond between me and this young teacher. When I asked Ms. Chen out to dinner again, she didn't refuse this time, but instead seemed flustered despite trying to appear calm.

The meal was very proper; we talked about my son's academic performance, and I thanked Ms. Chen again sincerely. The only overstep was when I asked, "Are you single?" Ha, I don't know how I blurted it out. Ms. Chen probably didn't expect it, but she quickly recovered and said yes. We quickly laughed it off and changed the subject, avoiding that sensitive topic again.

Later, quite naturally, my WeChat conversations with Ms. Chen took on a different feel. It was still regular communication, but with an added sweetness. And then it became what it is now. I don't know how to describe the emotional journey that's taken. Anyway, now we occasionally go out for dates, have meals, and stroll around, tacitly choosing the suburbs or neighboring cities. I understand Ms. Chen's reluctance to go public; it's a sensitive topic, and besides, considering her age, I'm not exactly a good match for her, standing at the peak of her life. And me, well, I don't have the courage to start over.

Wanting to post this was merely my own selfish desire. Teacher Chen brought back a long-lost sense of light for me. Her enthusiasm and naivety made me laugh frequently, and her body captivated me. Walking hand-in-hand with Teacher Chen, and passionately engaging in lovemaking, I experienced immense pleasure, even satisfaction. This was wonderful; it was the happiest thing I'd had since middle age.

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