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In a relationship, married or not… You should read this.

Marriage. “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 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

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What kind of stupid story is this? It makes no sense what so ever. Very unrealistic

sorry o

theEYe21:
What kind of stupid story is this? It makes no sense what so ever. Very unrealistic

who is this

must you comment?

park well

Come tie my hand na

robosky02:


who is this

must you comment?

park well

Op, sorry about your wife. May her soul rest in perfect peace. My condolences May the Almighty God help you, protect you, take away your pain and fill your void. Amen!

Op your wife was a sweetheart. So as your son

theEYe21:
Op, sorry about your wife. May her soul rest in perfect peace. My condolences May the Almighty God help you, protect you, take away your pain and fill your void. Amen!

Its not me ohhhhhhhhh


I saw it somewhere and decided to put it up here


the moral of the story is in a relationship whether marriage or not

don't just rust to break up without giving your BEST. cos the one with you could just be the best why leave....

I don catch you

robosky02:



Its not me ohhhhhhhhh


I saw it somewhere and decided to put it up here


the moral of the story is in a relationship whether marriage or not

don't just rust to break up without giving your BEST. cos the one with you could just be the best why leave....

Awwwnn

nollywood even made a movie abt d story,,, learnt a grt deal of lesson thanks @op

Noted. Interesting Story

Dad robosky02

good evening sir!!.......




Nice story even though I didnt read to the end.......

I wanted to read it o.

theEYe21:
I don catch you

that's serious lol

get the moral of the story anyway

optional1:
Dad robosky02


good evening sir!!.......





Nice story even though I didnt read to the end.......

the moral is, if you give the one you love enough attention you two can become the BEST. both if you allow distraction you may want a breakup so soon weather marriage or relationship