Please read this and save your
marriage
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. I
observed d 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 with
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 and 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 Dew. I didn ’t
love her anymore, I just pitied her!
With deep sense of guilt, I drafted a
divorce agreement which stated that
she could own our house, cars, and
30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into
pieces. The woman who had spent
10yrs 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 Dew so dearly. Finally she cried
loudly in front of me, which was what
I had expected to see. To me, her cry
was 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 bed and slept almost
immediately because I was tired after
an eventful day with Dew. 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 requested that in one month, we
both struggle to live as normal as
possible. Her reasons were simple, our
sons had his exams in a month ’s time
and she didn’t want to disrupt his
mind with our broken marriage and
this was agreeable to me but she had
something more.
She asked me to recall how I had
carried her from the 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 every morning. I thought
she was going crazy. Just to make our
last days together bearable, I
accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife’s divorce
conditions and 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 intentions
was explicitly expressed. So when I
carried her out on the first day, we
both appeared clumsy.
Our son said behind us “daddy is
holding mummy in his arms like
mummy is a baby “his words brought
me a sense of pain. From the bedroom
to the living room and then to the
door, I walked over 10 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 and drove off to
work while she waited for a bus to
convey her to her place of work.
On the second day, both of us acted
more easily, she moved close to my
chest and I could smell the fragrance
on her blouse. I realized that I hadn ’t
looked at this woman carefully for a
long time and I realized she was not
young anymore. There were wrinkles
on her face and 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 a woman who had given 10
yrs 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 Dew 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
which was the reason I could carry her
more easily. Suddenly it hit me; she
had buried so much pain and
bitterness in her heart. Unconsciously,
I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and
said, Dad, it ’s time to carry mummy
out. To him, seeing his father carrying
his mother out had became an
essential part of his life. My wife
gestured to our son to move 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 and
it felt 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 lives lacked intimacy.
I drove to the 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, Dew opened the door and I
said to her. Sorry Dew, 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
Dew, I said. I won ’t divorce my wife.
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
realized that since I married her into
my home on our wedding day, I am
supposed “to love her until death do
us part”.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up;
she gave me a loud slap, slammed the
door and then burst into tears. I
walked downstairs and drove away.
I stopped at a floral shop on my way
home, I ordered a bouquet of flowers
for my wife. The sales girl asked me
what to write on the card. I smiled and
wrote ” I will carry you out every
morning till death do us part”.
That evening, I arrived home, flowers
in my hands, a smile on my face, ran
upstairs, only to find my wife in bed
dead. What a tragedy?
The small details of our lives are what
really matter in a relationship. It is not
all about the mansion, the cars,
property, the money in the bank
account, blah, and blah …blah. These
create an environment conducive for
happiness but cannot give happiness
in itself. 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!!!
Oluwafemi

word!

It makes a whole lot of sense

Hmmm,

Seen.

Wow, this has made me feel really guilty and opened my eyes.

I  have been having an affair with a married man, I joined this forum to  get an insight into how Nigerians think in general, as he is Nigerian. This article has given me something to seriously think about. I don't think for a sec that he will leave his wife for me, so the question is 'is it really worth the pain that his wife will suffer were she to find out about us'. The even sadder part is I think its not the first time he's done it to her, and she seems like the kind that will stay with him no matter what. I feel so guilty now and all for what, a very skilful lover with a big satisfying manhood who will never be mine.

@nobali it's so unfortuate that u can't let go of this man,since ur thougt is clouded around his big manhood, put urself in his wife shoe and tell me hw u feel,

Nombali:

I  have been having an affair with a married man, I joined this forum to  get an insight into how Nigerians think in general, as he is Nigerian. This article has given me something to seriously think about. I don't think for a sec that he will leave his wife for me, so the question is 'is it really worth the pain that his wife will suffer were she to find out about us'. The even sadder part is I think its not the first time he's done it to her, and she seems like the kind that will stay with him no matter what. I feel so guilty now and all for what, a very skilful lover with a big satisfying manhood who will never be mine.

I admire the fact that You can be sincere with Yourself.
You know what's right . . . . . .I hope You do it.

Do what is right

Acceptance that we are wrong when we are actually wrong means SHE has half done it already.

Very nice post! and her wife also. She has done the right thing to save your marriage relationship and this should be done by everyone to save the marriage.

old

waoooooo. such an interesting/sad story, why will she jst die witout reaping d fruit of d tree she nutured back to life?. she is an heroin.