This is probably the second or third time am reading this but never fails to leave same effect.

“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!

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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 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. If you are not in a relationship now, remember this for the second (or third) time around. It's never too late.

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

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After reading for probably the third time, I decided to go through the comments and that was when it struck me;

Ruth David

There are so many truths in this that touched me personally having been through cancer and more recently an initially unknown rare blood disease. My new partner saw me through 6months of hellish treatment including 16 blood transfusions. He never stopped loving me. Christmas 2013 he wanted to take me to Paris. For weeks prior to this I was in hospital and was way too sick to travel. My doctor gave me one last hit of chemo hoping this would work. We went to Paris because I was determined to keep living life regardless of my poor health. Once in London I realised my hair was falling out and ask him to shave it off to save the trauma of slowly going bald. It was horrible. On New Year's Eve in Paris he proposed to me. When we returned to Melbourne in January 2014 I was totally cured of my illness and had so much to live for. He stood by me and still does. Love is a rare and beautiful thing.
Ruth

Clara Bicking

I am 83 years old. Been married 63 years. When things in your marriage feel broken - our generation tries to fix it. Your generation just throws it away. Maybe we need to try harder.

Nicholas DeStephano

I have buried 3 husbands. I am 52 years old. My last husband passed away December 26th. My 1st husband passed when I was 23 and my second when I was 41. Trust me when I say, treasure every minute with the one you love. No one knows how much time they have on this earth

Clara Bicking
I am 83 years old. Been married 63 years. When things in your marriage feel broken - our generation tries to fix it. Your generation just throws it away. Maybe we need to try harder

Mary Dunphy

Too often in life we focus on the big things, whereas it's really the little things that count! A goodnight kiss, a touch, a thank you, an I love you---just a little gesture, but so important!

Rhonda L Carrell

The sad thing is this happened to someone I know. Other way around my friend told her husband she was leaving. He asked her not to that he loved her and he was sick with cancer. He hadn't told her because they had already battled once before he knew this time he would not make it. She stayed and took care of him and he passed away three months later. She still misses him. He was a wonderful man. They grew apart but found each other again at the end. They have always inspired me

Mark Andrews

Wether this story is true or not . It is a reminder for all those of thinking of walking away . Think why ! And if there is not a justified reason try and get that love back . We get blinded and distracted with the wrong and meaningful things in life. Bless, peace!

Tony Abbiss

I on the other hand, found this on a friends page and thought of my wife. And knowing my wife, it would have been exactly what she would of done IF we were to divorce each other. You see, my loving wife died of lung cancer just over ten years now. She was the love of my life. Even though our time together was only 12 short years. We found the time to fit a lifetime into that short period of time. It kind of made me think about the day I came home from work and she was sitting on the bed crying. And as I went and held her tight and ask her what she was crying about. She informed me that she had been to the SS office and they told her that she had no benefits coming to her seeing that she was married to me and I made $450 a month to much. And the only way they would allow her benefits would be if she divorced me. And I took a hold of her face and smiled at her and said, oh honey it's only a piece of paper. So what, we still love each other and will just live together. Well, that was the wrong thing to say. She said that no it wasn't. It was a sacred vow between husband and wife and we married each other till death do us part. Right then it hit me, she was right. that marriage certificate was a binding contract to the two of us to God. And that we loved each other so deeply that no one was going to take that away from us. As I told her, to hell with SS my love, we'll make it without them. And we did. It cost a bit for the medicine but I had it to spend. it was about a year latter when she lost her battle and died. I'll never forget the day I received a check from SS for the sum of $255 to help with the burial expenses. I returned it to them with a note stating "you need it more than I do". When you find that love, hold on to it. I really don't think I'll ever have a love that deep and strong again

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