I Screamed When I Saw What Was Parked In Our Driveway. Then I Learned My Husband Had Bought It.

After three decades of marriage, I thought I knew everything about my husband, Tomer. I was wrong.

One evening in October 2023, I went outside to check the mailbox in our Florida suburb and found a white hearse parked in our driveway. Beneath the moonlight, it glittered like a ghostly apparition. I froze and wondered if death had finally come for us.

We’d each recently battled life-threatening health challenges. I’d survived a brain tumor while Tomer had undergone open-heart surgery. We were still in our 40s, and while medical intervention had bought us more time, my anxiety continued to soar. The sight of the hearse killed whatever stamina I had left for mindfulness and deep breathing. I started to scream.

Inside, Tomer lounged on the sofa.

“I think there’s a hearse in our driveway,” I yelled.