feeling nervous.



Apparently its my first one. Hmmmmmm. where do i start. ok.
This is dedicated to my late mum. uour memory lives on...






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here we go........

raining heavily as i run back to the office. how could i have forgotten my car keys? drench and shivering 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. who her writing help? I said within me while smiling. 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 I'll carry 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

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It promises to be a very interesting story I can envisage. I'm keeping my fingers crossed as it rolls in here. Thanks for the mention, I'm much obliged.

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Work on your Punctuations and stop leaving too much space...It makes it kinda cumbersome to read ...I'll be following

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Am behind u

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