For all those Married, Dating or thinking of marriage out there!!!

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.