Marriage

Before You Say 'He Doesn't Love Me'

by Ezekiel Olukolajo
03/04/26
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“Before You Say He Doesn’t Love You”

One quiet afternoon, a woman, whose husband had recently passed, came to my office and said words that should make every married woman pause: “Pastor, I didn’t know that my husband loved me so much.” She did not say this during candlelit dinners. She did not say it after a surprise vacation. She said it only after his funeral. It was only when she began to sort through documents, accounts, and quiet arrangements that she discovered the depth of his affection. There were investments carefully structured for her security. Insurance policies she had never discussed. Repairs made quietly, so she would never be inconvenienced. Plans designed not for applause, but for her comfort long after he was gone. While he lived, she longed for more romance. After he died, she discovered devotion.

How many wives are living in that same tragic misunderstanding? How many women measure love only by the warmth of words, the frequency of flowers, or the choreography of romance? And when those gestures are absent or infrequent, how quickly does the conclusion form: “He doesn’t love me.”

Romance is beautiful. It is a gift. It is the music of marriage. But music is not the foundation of a house. When the music stops, the foundation must still hold. There is a quiet kind of love that does not always announce itself with roses, candlelight, or poetic words. It is a love that does not always know how to dance romantically in the living room or whisper sweet nothings at the perfect moment. Yet it is strong. It is intentional. And often, tragically, it goes unseen until it is too late. Real love is far deeper than butterflies. Butterflies are feelings. Love is decision. Butterflies flutter when everything feels new and exciting. Love stands when life becomes ordinary, repetitive, and even exhausting. Butterflies thrive on novelty. Love thrives on commitment.

The Scriptures paint a powerful portrait of love in 1 Corinthians 13. It says love is patient, kind, not self-seeking, not easily angered, and that it always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Notice what it does not say. It does not say love is dramatic. It does not say love is flashy. It does not say love always feels intense. It says love endures. Also, we are reminded in 1 John 3:18: "Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth." Romance is often the "words and speech" of a relationship - and it is beautiful - but the "actions and truth" are the heavy timber that holds the roof up when the storms of life descend.

Many men are not naturally expressive in romantic language. They may not write poetry. They may forget anniversaries. They may struggle to articulate their feelings in elegant phrases. But watch closely. Look at what they carry. Look at what they build. Look at what they sacrifice. Some husbands rise early every day to enter battles their wives never see: stressful jobs, financial pressures, silent anxieties about the future. They swallow their fears so that stability can reign at home. They calculate expenses, make long-term plans, and quietly ensure that needs are met. They may never announce these efforts with trumpets. But their consistency speaks.

There is a kind of love that announces itself with roses. There is another kind that pays the mortgage on time. One is visible in a moment. The other is visible over decades. The woman who discovered her husband’s hidden preparations realized too late that he had been loving her in a language she was not listening for. She was listening for romance. He was speaking responsibility. She was listening for excitement, he was speaking endurance. Neither language is wrong. But when one is valued and the other dismissed, misunderstanding grows.

The reality most people ignore is that marriage matures. The early spark of attraction eventually settles into something steadier. This does not mean love has diminished; it often means it has deepened. The “butterfly in my tummy” feeling is beautiful, but butterflies do not survive storms. Roots do. When the excitement dims, when sickness comes, when finances are tight, when aging changes bodies and energy levels, what sustains a marriage is not constant romance. It is acceptance. It is loyalty. It is the daily choice to stay. It is the quiet “I am not going anywhere” that may never trend on social media but anchors a family.

The Bible commands husbands in Ephesians 5 to love their wives as Christ loved the church and gave Himself for her. Christ’s love was not primarily romantic; it was sacrificial. It was deliberate. It was costly. It involved laying down His life. Many husbands love in that same sacrificial pattern. They may not always express affection in the way their wives prefer, but they are giving themselves, in time, energy, protection, and provision. This is not to dismiss the importance of romance. Wives should desire affection, and husbands should learn to love in ways that are meaningful to their wives. But wisdom requires a broader lens. If a woman evaluates her marriage solely by the presence of romantic gestures, she may overlook a mountain of faithfulness standing right before her.

There are wives who feel unloved because their husbands are not verbally expressive, yet those same husbands have structured their entire lives around the well-being of their families. There are wives who crave spontaneous adventures, while their husbands are carefully planning for retirement and future security. One seeks emotional excitement, the other offers lifelong stability.

To the wives and would-be wives: do not let the absence of a "romantic move" blind you to the presence of a "loving soul." A husband may not know how to sweep you off your feet with a dance, but he may be the one making sure the floor you stand on never gives way. There is a quiet, rugged beauty in a man who expresses love through stewardship. This is the love of a provider, a protector, and a partner who views his role not as a lead actor in a drama, but as the quiet architect of your well-being.

The tragedy is not that romance fades at times. The tragedy is misinterpreting quiet devotion as absence of love. Let every wife and would-be wife expand her understanding of love. Look for the man who stays. Look for the man who shows up. Look for the man who bears responsibility without complaint. Look for the man who may not write love notes, but who would lose sleep to solve a problem that threatens your peace. Romance is the fragrance of love. Commitment is its substance. And often, the deepest love is not the one that dazzles in public, but the one that prepares in private.

The grieving widow learned what many learn too late: love had been there all along. It simply did not always look like roses. It looked like planning. It looked like sacrifice. It looked like a future carefully arranged for her comfort. May no wife have to stand beside a grave to discover what was present all along. May she see it now, in the steady hands, the consistent effort, the silent sacrifices. And may she treasure not only the butterflies, but the roots that keep the marriage standing long after the music fades.

Before assuming or concluding your husband does not love you, ask yourself:

• Is he quietly carrying responsibilities for the family?


• Does he show loyalty, consistency, commitment—even if imperfectly?


• Does he try, in the ways he knows how, to give you peace and security?


• Does he sacrifice comforts so you can enjoy them?

If these things are present, then you are loved—perhaps more deeply than you realize.

And if you are single or preparing for marriage, understand this early: The man who brings flowers may not be the man who brings stability. The man who writes poems may not be the man who will stay through storms. And the man who speaks romance fluently may not speak responsibility at all. The goal is not to choose between romance and real love—it is to value both, and to recognize the second when it is present even without the first.

Remember this: Romance is the seasoning of marriage, but commitment is the meal. Enjoy the seasoning when it’s there, but don't starve yourself because the flavor isn't as spicy as you imagined. There is a deep, soulful satisfaction in realizing you are loved by a man who cares more about your future than his own image. Love is bigger than a feeling. It is a covenant. It is the decision to be the one who stays, the one who builds, and the one who prepares a place for you. Don't miss the masterpiece because you were looking for a sketch.

God’s blessings!

Under my own hand:
Ezekiel Olukolajo
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