I Took Our Old Couch to the Dump, but My Husband Freaked Out, Yelling, “You Threw Away the Plan?!”

Tom’s expression changed to one of sheer dread as his gaze fell on the vacant room in our living room. He began, “Please tell me you didn’t…” but it was too late.

For months, I had been pleading with Tom to get rid of that old couch. “Tom,” I would ask, “when are you going to remove the couch? It is coming apart almost completely.

He would murmur, “Tomorrow,” without raising his head from his phone. Or maybe, “Next weekend. I promise that this time is genuine.

Warning: tomorrow never materialized.

I finally lost it last Saturday after witnessing that rotting piece of furniture take up half of our living room for yet another week. After renting a truck, I managed to get the thing out on my own and drove it directly to the dump. When I returned, I felt rather pleased with myself.

Tom’s eyes widened at the sight of the new couch I’d purchased when he arrived home later, barely making it beyond the foyer. I briefly believed he would grin or thank me.

Instead, he stared around in disbelief. “Wait… what’s this?”

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I pointed to the couch with a smile. “Astonishment! got rid of the eyesore at last. It looks fantastic, doesn’t it?

He looked at me as if I had committed a crime, and his face turned pale. “You took the old couch… to the dump?”

“Well, yeah,” I replied, surprised. “Tom, you promised to do it for months. It was repulsive.

His face flashed with panic as he gaped at me. “Are you serious? You threw the plan away?

“What plan?” I interrogated.

Muttering to himself, he took a trembling breath. “No, no, no… This is not taking place. This isn’t possible.”

“Tom!” As I started to feel a bit worried myself, I intervened. “What are you talking about

His eyes were wide with terror as he glanced up at me. “I… I have no time to elaborate. Put on your shoes. We must leave. “Now.”

As I stood there, trying to make sense of it, my gut wrenched. “Leave? “Where are we heading?”

He yelled, “To the dump!” and made his way to the door. “We have to get it back before it’s too late.”

“Too late for what?” Confused, I followed him. It’s a couch, Tom. A couch that has broken springs and mold on it! How could it be that significant?

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At the door, he stopped and turned around, saying, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me,” I said, my arms crossed. “I’d like to know why you’re so desperate to dig through a pile of garbage for a couch.”

“I’ll explain when I get there. Grasping the doorknob and looking back over his shoulder, he muttered, “Just trust me.” “You have to trust me, okay?”

The way he gazed at me chilled me to the bone.

There was no sound on the journey to the dump. I kept looking at Tom, but he was glued on the road, his fists clenched around the steering wheel. He was in a state of total panic that I had never seen him in before, and his silence only made it worse.

I finally said, “Tom,” but he didn’t even bat an eyelid. “Can you just… tell me what’s going on?”

He hardly gave me a look as he shook his head. “You’ll see when we get there.”

“See what?” I pressed, my voice beginning to show signs of impatience. “Are you aware of how crazy this sounds? I was pulled out here for a couch by you. “A couch, Tom!”

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His eyes briefly shifted to me before turning back to the road, and he whispered, “I know. “I know it sounds crazy, but you’ll understand when we find it.”

I remained silent while I stewed with my arms crossed till we arrived at the landfill. Before I could say another word, Tom jumped out and ran for the gate as if his life depended on it.

“Please,” he said, waving down one of the employees with a hint of desperation in his voice. Earlier, my wife brought something here. I must retrieve it. It’s quite significant.

The employee arched an eyebrow and looked skeptically between us, but Tom’s expression must have persuaded him. He sighed and opened his mouth. “All right, friend. However, you had better act quickly.

Searching the mound of trash like a man possessed, Tom rushed forward, looking at each heap as though it contained precious jewels. As I stood there, ankle-deep in trash, watching my husband rummage among heaps of abandoned trash, I felt absurd.

Tom’s head jolted up, eyes wide, after what seemed like an eternity. “There!” he yelled, gesturing. Almost hurling himself onto our old couch, which was sideways on the edge of a heap, he scurried over. He flipped it over without skipping a beat, his hands slicing into a tiny opening in the ripped lining.

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“Tom, what—” I started, but then I noticed him take out a piece of paper that was fragile and old, yellowed and crumpled. It appeared to be little more than a small piece of ancient paper with smudged, crooked handwriting. I looked at it, utterly perplexed.

“This?” With disbelief, I inquired. “All this… for that?”

I then glanced at his face, though. He was looking at that document as if it held the solution to every problem.

Tom’s eyes were red and full of tears, and his hands were trembling. I was paralyzed, not knowing what to say or do. He was so completely devastated, holding that crumpled piece of paper as if it were the most valuable item he had ever owned. I had never seen him like this in the five years we had been together.

He inhaled deeply while gazing at the paper with a look that was half relief and half sadness. When he eventually stated, “This… this is the plan my brother and I made,” his voice was raw. “This is our house map. Our… hiding places.”