I am not aware whether its a story or a real incident but whatever it
may be it has a nice ending and its heart touching.
Please read it till the end. I hope you will like it. Regards..
This story is a bit lengthy but try and read it until the end. If it
does not apply to you perhaps you may know someone who needs it. Have
a great day.
For all those Married, Dating or thinking of marriage out there!!!
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 Dew. I
did'nt 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 Dew 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 did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and
fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with
Dew. 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 should both struggle to live a normal life as
possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months
time and she did'nt 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 everyday for the month's
duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every
morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days
together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew 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 mummy 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 realised 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 Dew 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 mum 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 had'nt 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not
want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished. Then touched
my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my
head. Sorry, Dew, 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 any more. Now I realise
that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed
to hold her until death do us apart. Dew 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.
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, blah..blah.. blah. 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 do share this , you just might save a marriage.
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