I have created a story that would change your marriage/relationship.I hope you find this message before you you give that marriage/relationship, so I can inspire you to keep going!
Here is a story worth reading. Take time to read:
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 cutleries 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 every 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
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 does 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 whatever negative reaction from our
son, in case we push thru 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!
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