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When
I got home that night my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said,
I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I
observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open
my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking about divorce. I
raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words,
instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This
made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are
not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I
knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I
could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to
Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep
sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she
could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of
her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted
time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for
I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which
was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of
release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back
home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t
have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because
I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was
still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over
and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce
conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s
notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both
struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple:
our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt
him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she
had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into
out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the
month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever
morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days
together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my
wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was
absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,
she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact
since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried
her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped
behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a
sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I
walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and
said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for
the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day,
both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell
the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this
woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more.
There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage
had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to
her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of
intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her
life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday
workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one
morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable
one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly
realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could
carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our
son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To
him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential
part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged
him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change
my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from
the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was
just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me
sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a
step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t
noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of
the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would
make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I
said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She
looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I
won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each
other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane
seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the
floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The
salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll
carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I
arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs,
only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting
CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew
that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever
negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the
divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The
small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These
create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness
in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do
those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real
happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If
you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are
people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave
up.”
Written by: Kimmies Floral
- See more at: http://avmediastudio.com/blog/married-or-not-you-should-read-this/#sthash.ZqjAN2cZ.dpuf
When
I got home that night my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said,
I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I
observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open
my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking about divorce. I
raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words,
instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This
made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are
not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I
knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I
could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to
Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep
sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she
could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of
her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted
time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for
I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which
was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of
release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back
home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t
have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because
I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, she was
still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over
and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce
conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s
notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both
struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple:
our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt
him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she
had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into
out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that every day for the
month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever
morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days
together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my
wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was
absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce,
she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact
since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried
her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped
behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a
sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I
walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and
said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for
the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day,
both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell
the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this
woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more.
There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage
had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to
her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of
intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her
life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday
workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one
morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable
one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly
realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could
carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our
son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To
him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential
part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged
him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change
my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from
the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was
just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me
sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a
step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t
noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office…. jumped out of
the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would
make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I
said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She
looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I
won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I
didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each
other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Jane
seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the
door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the
floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The
salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll
carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I
arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs,
only to find my wife in the bed – dead. My wife had been fighting
CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew
that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever
negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the
divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The
small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These
create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness
in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do
those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real
happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If
you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are
people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave
up.”
Written by: Kimmies Floral
- See more at: http://avmediastudio.com/blog/married-or-not-you-should-read-this/#sthash.ZqjAN2cZ.dpuf
