In A Relationship, Married Or Not... You Should 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 outsidethe 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 thru 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. 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.
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
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6 Responses Apr 9, 2011

It is very touching but it can't apply to everyone's life. If one of the people doesn't try then it is hopeless. I have cared for my man very much and done everything in my power to keep this relationship going but he stopped making love to me over a year ago and still I tried to understand, to make excuses. But he just treats me as a friend. I have not found someone else, I did not cheat on him even though I could and he didn't cheat either but there is no affection between us. It is too late now and I must make plans to leave.<br />
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If he had made one gesture to show that he still wanted me then I would not have chosen to leave but all he does it watch tv and eat the dinners I fix him. He hasn't slept in the bed with me in a very long time and when he does he stays on his side of the bed. This is very hard for me being a vibrant woman and I have had hard times just trying to figure out what is really going on.He acts like everything is fine but he won't touch me and if I go to hug him he will hug me back but there is no passion in him and even when he kisses me every once in awhile it is short and quick.<br />
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I still care for him but I have spent almost ten years and for the past five it has been this way, sex every once in awhile and then finally nothing. He satisfies himself, this I know because he started to do it when he was in bed with me, must have forgotten where he was and I moved on the bed and he went back onto the sofa. There were also times when he lay in each others arms naked and he wouldn't touch me the way he used to but told me he loved me.<br />
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He doesn't tell me he loves me anymore and shows no affection at all so I quit hugging him because it is all one sides. Being an attractive and sensual woman, this has torn me apart but I can't make him want me and I don't know why and probably never will. He isn't having an affair but he isn't showing any indication that this will improve. Its been a year and 4 months since any sex at all and my feelings have changed. I am not in love with him anymore. In a way he has already died because he has no passion for life at all, at least not for me.<br />
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In the beginning I thought he was afraid of losing me so he would explain why he didn't make love to me and now there are no explanations, just this empty place in my life that he used to fill. I don't know if its his age and he won't go to a doctor because he is in denial or something. Maybe he feels bad but doing it himself is making me feel worse than bad. He should have been honest with me because now I am done. You can't make another person want you.<br />
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I asked him awhile ago if he was still attracted to me and he seemed insulted at the question and said of course he was but these are only words and nothing changes and now I'm done, I can't be understanding anymore when he isn't honest with me and is not thinking about how this is affecting me. I have always been a strong woman but this has taken its toll on me. I can't live another ten years like this and so I have to go and start over and hope love finds me again.<br />
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I believe it will. I am very sad for you though, if this happened to you or someone else.

It only takes one person to fix a marriage. Just think about it.... before reacting.

I've received something like this in an email....Well, it is still a very touching story for married couples or any relationship that has lost the love for each other...It's still worth reading. Thanks for posting it! It made me cry...

What is this supposed to be? Some sort of chain letter? If you notice the profile, this was posted by a woman. At the end it says "If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage." Sorry, but the skeptic in me wins. I am not buying that this story is true.

I almost cried... Then the typo's stopped me. <br />
But it is a beautiful story, real or not. Thanks for sharing. =]

I am amazed that only one person actually commented on this story.............its a good story and I can relate for it is my children that tie me to my unbearable situation......................and the part about the husband loves me.The way he expresses it though.............its almost as if he really doesnt know how to........and then when he does do something incredibly kind and caring I am so shocked by this he never gets the appropriate appreciation from me...............

Today I was searching, for what? I wasn't sure I just needed to know that somewhere out there one person has felt this defeat of not knowing what to do in the marriage. What I expected was to hear alot of whining or rage caused by betrayal.. What I didn't expect was this story to go from cold and carelessly leaving for miss grass is Greener..To humoring the pitiful and experiencing the miracle of finding love again to once again losing it, tragically...bittersweet I say. I This has brought hope... I read it to mine and he actually listened. Thank I for sharing this.