MARRIED OR NOT TAKE A MOMENT
TO Read This,  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 ran
up stairs, only to find my wife in
the bed -dead. My wife had been
fighting CANCER for months and I
was too busy with Jane to even
notice. She knew that she would
die soon and she wanted to save
me from whatever negative
reaction it would have on our son,
in case we pushed 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'S
NOT" the Mansion or House, 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. Most of
life’s failures are people who did
not realize how close they were to
success when they gave up,  YOU
DON'T REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE
UNTIL ITS GONE!!

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MARRIED OR NOT TAKE A MOMENT
TO Read This, 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 ran
up stairs, only to find my wife in
the bed -dead. My wife had been
fighting CANCER for months and I
was too busy with Jane to even
notice. She knew that she would
die soon and she wanted to save
me from whatever negative
reaction it would have on our son,
in case we pushed 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'S
NOT" the Mansion or House, 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. Most of
life’s failures are people who did
not realize how close they were to
success when they gave up, YOU
DON'T REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE
UNTIL ITS GONE!!

Why did you throw it away at first? secondly as i read this Novel article my eyes did the skip automatically or is this a poem?

Firstly this has been posted in the family section by DERE1.
Secondly I cried the day I read it.
Thirdly I'm not gonna read it again.
Fourthly I don't wanna cry over it again.
Fiftly I'm leaving this thread.
Sixtly I've left this thread.

sevently, you gonna cry anyway, lol

@op, quite touching, already shared on my fb.

nice lesson for adulterous men

You mean someone actually read this poo? Please summarise it ooooo

Mynd_44:

You mean someone actually read this poo? Please summarise it ooooo

sharap u area boy

@OP: This story is so touching. Brought tears to this thugs eyes!

**Cries politely **

can someone please summarize? plsss

I read this a long time ago, before i became active on nairaland. yeah it was touching then, now it's almost like cliche.

OK2NV:

sharap u area boy

@OP: This story is so touching. Brought tears to this thugs eyes!

Do you really want to be on my radar?

i read thiz story like seven years ago na

Mynd_44:

You mean someone actually read this poo? Please summarise it ooooo

yes, make person summarise dis tin oh!
Besides, y should i cry ontop an article. Summarize nah nah nah

such a touchy story. . .
@those yelling summarize too badt of u guys cos this just d reason our educational system today is a setback ,
no one wants to read or study but would luv to be certified.

Quite touchy! I almost cried, or did i just cry? Damn, I learnt a whole lot of lessons from there

Still waiting for the summary oooo

Just had to cry. It was inevitable. @mynd_44, mental laziness is a disease. Believe me.

is this thread stl here?

Seen it before, read it before, cried before, im crying again, der is a lesson in it for everyone

Another story, WTF

Quite touching and heartfelt. Men can be wicked atimes

Excelboi:

yes, make person summarise dis tin oh!
Besides, y should i cry ontop an article. Summarize nah nah nah

it says dat an adulterous man must die. He dat phorks his galfwnd must perish and he dat looks @ anoda man's wife must quench

Excelboi:

yes, make person summarise dis tin oh!
Besides, y should i cry ontop an article. Summarize nah nah nah

it says dat an adulterous man must die. He dat phorks his galfwnd must perish and he dat looks @ anoda man's wife must quench

Excelboi:

yes, make person summarise dis tin oh!
Besides, y should i cry ontop an article. Summarize nah nah nah

it says dat an adulterous man must die. He dat phorks his galfwnd must perish and he dat looks @ anoda man's wife must quench

^^^
Is that why y'all are crying?

r u guys still lagramosing

We gonna need buckets here oooo

Mynd_44:

We gonna need buckets here oooo

i think drums

hornipipe:

i think drums

we have found a remedy to the water scarcity in Somalia