Married or not, must read this
Story ☜══════
“When I got home that night as 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. I want a 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
