“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 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 Abimbola Janet O
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 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 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
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 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 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
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. ♥
Remember love is the
richest of all treasures.
Without it there is
nothing; and with it
there is everything. Love
never perishes , even if
the bones of a lover are
ground fine like powder.
Just as the perfume of
sandalwood does not
leave it, even if it is
completely ground up,
similarly the basis of
love is the soul, and it is
indestructible and
therefore eternal.
Beauty can be
destroyed , but not love.

GOD Bless U

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What a story!

I could read this story a hundred times n it touches me each n every time