The following are not my words nor are they sacrosant. But they are a compelling read to me. All rights to the original owner.]



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 Dew. I did'nt 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 Dew 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 did'nt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell

asleep very fast 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 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

months time and she did'nt 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 everyday 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 Dew 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 mummy

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 realised 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 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, 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 mum

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 had'nt 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not

want the divorce anymore.



She looked at me, astonished. 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 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 any more. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home on

our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. Dew

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.



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, blah, blah, blah. 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!

ol boy this same story was printed here under the caption: WANT A DIVOURCE READ THIS.
I BEG MODERATOR CHECK UR POST BEFOR SENDING IT TO US

that is wisdom in action, it is great

               
Aaaawwwwwwwww. . . . . .
Do you know that actually brought tears to my eyes. . .
O my God,I'm speechless. . .
So,so true.

Really nice Man-eater,thanks.

That will teach you guys to keep your "arses" in one place! Long hissssssssssssssssssssssssss!

this is incredible,

second time am reading the story on NL, nice one.

hmmmmmmmmm!!
nice one
and touching too
in fact it has added something to my life

Though its not my first time of reading it, the story remains touching

OMG this story is wonderful, i am sitting here at work reading this and the tears are just coming, wow,,,,


Redwoman

The pain women go through to keep the marriage going. Aint he lucky If it were to be me I would accept his divorce and let that Dew of his show his ass some peper. Sheer stupidity of men throwing good things of life to the dogs because him soo new ass.

osereka:

ol boy this same story was printed here under the caption: WANT A DIVOURCE READ THIS.
I BEG MODERATOR CHECK UR POST BEFOR SENDING IT TO US

Seun pls do something about this kind of multiple topic or posting, as a memeber post a topic let there be a kind of blockage preventing the post and a sign indicating that particular topic has once been posted. Sometimes 2 or more members may get their jokes from a particular source not knowing member "A" has posted initially with a twisted heading but same topic.

Hmmmmmmmm

Ladies have several ways to hold a man.
I wonder at times if they aren't wiser than men