Try and read this story to the end.
When I got home that night as my wife
served dinner, I held her hand and said,
I have 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 fork she was using 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 Ruth.
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
percent 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 Ruth 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 I had
obsessed over 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 Ruth. 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 Ruth
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 30 feet
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, we were more at
ease. 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
and her hair was turning to gray!
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.

Too long an ish

learn to summarise

too long

guess before d month is over, ruth will be history.

It doesn't really teach anything, very banal and insipid; empty simply put.

is dat all

Story for the gods... seen this story the wife had cancer and died on the last day..... bullshit

She later died of cancer... heard of d story

alonzoiv:
Too long an ish

Better imbibe the reading culture.

Marriage na serious wahala.

I know this movie jare

OLD storry.....

Complete it plssss

lol...naira landers are just too funny.

I hate reading phrase

shalommeri:
Complete it plssss

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