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 spoon 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 escorted
her into out bridal room on our
wedding day. She requested
that
every day for the month's
duration I carefully walk 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
physical contact since my
divorce
intention was explicitly
expressed.
So when I held her by the
shoulders and walked her out
of
the room with care, on the first
day, we both appeared clumsy.
Our son clapped behind us,
‘daddy is so gentle to mommy.’
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. She
closed her eyes and said
softly;
don't tell our son about the
divorce. I nodded, feeling
somewhat upset. I left her at
the
main 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 was
walking with her (one arm
around her shoulder), 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
how
much time we have spent
together to make this house
and
to set our lives and sense of
guilt
grew.
I didn't tell Jane about this. It
became easier to take care of
her
and walk easily beside her as
the
month slipped by. Perhaps the
everyday routine made me it
easier now.
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. 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 walking
beside
his mother so lovingly 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 with my arms, walking
from the bedroom, through the
sitting room, to the hallway. I
held
her tightly; it was just like our
wedding day. But her much
lighter self made me sad.
On the last day, when I held
her
with my arms I could hardly
move
a step. sense of guilt was
tremendous. 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 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
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. Years after we
get
married we stop caring for
each
other like we used to do in the
initial days. we start to ignore
and
take each other for granted.
result
is boredom. just a bit of caring
and sharing can set things
right.
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, friend, family
and do
those little things for each
other
that build intimacy.
Do have a real happy
marriage! If
you don't share this, nothing
will
happen to you. If you do, you
just
might save a marriage. Many
of
life's failures are people who
did
not realize how close they
were to
success when they gave up.

Fiction or not, very touching. A lesson in there for everyone.

@ op. Please summarize. I can't find my glasses.

@ op. Please summarize. I can't find my glasses.

Divorce can be d worst or d best thing dt can happen to a marriage depending...in this case it'd have been d worst...selflessness defined

ATM-Card

OP, what's the title of the book?

D-Explorer:
OP, what's the title of the book?

Dunno, i came across it n felt its gud i share it.

Blemex:
Dunno, i came across it n felt its gud i share it.

That's ok lass, got you.

Is this Hollywood or Nollywood,is seems much like hollywood story nice one sha

190-the-clown:
ATM-Card

How u come about dt?

ATMC: How u come about dt?

c me c ? o. Shey u no dey read articles ni.

ATMC: How u come about dt?

Isn't that yo name

Shyte wo lon chat laro yi na!

If to say na yoruba woman, she 4 don poison the guy food tey tey.
Nyce stori shaaaa....

copy and paste things.e no dey hard.

am not married bt that piece got me crying like a baby.... Men this days ar so nt caring anymore. Hw can u live wit smbdy and nt discover that they ar gradualy loosing d touch of life

Very touching story. *sobs*

Idowuogbo: Shyte wo lon chat laro yi na!

meaning pls...

ikechukz: copy and paste things.e no dey hard.

Doz it mata? Wat u nid 2 knw is LEARN EITHER ONE OR TWO LESSONS

How many times do I have 2 read dis story?(recycle).d same guys dat post it find it hard 2 practice it.

amyg: How many times do I have 2 read dis story?(recycle).d same guys dat post it find it hard 2 practice it.

google it or u shd ask opele.

am touched. I love it n 4eva will b in me.

Blemex:
google it or u shd ask opele.

Na wao,Btw who is opele