Marriage (very long but a nice story)
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I got home that night and 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 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 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 didn't 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 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
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 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 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
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. 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 realize 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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I got home that night and 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 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 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 didn't 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 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
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 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 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
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. 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 realize 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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