Just feel like wanna copy paste here.
I saw this on FB post.
Its really moved me='(
“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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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!
