You Just Might Save A Marriage...

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

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 hardlygive her a satisfactory answer;she had lost my heart to Dew. 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 Dew so dearly.

Finally she cried loud 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 aneventful 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 should 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 everyday 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 and to settle in peace,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 some what 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 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 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 might
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 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 realize 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.

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.

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 before
you never know when the owner of your soul will come knocking to take it.
Do have a real happy marriage!

( Author unknown)

freezywater freezywater
41-45, M
4 Responses Feb 11, 2010

I needed that laugh

JiggyRainbow,<br />
<br />
You had me totally fooled! I actually thought that this was such a romantic story that had taken place in your life. I was beginning to think that this was just the wonderful story with the happy ending.........and then BANG!!!!!! I thought what an inspiration .......... and then nothing.<br />
In a few short minutes I had been transported through a myriad of emotions and then even at the end for a millisecond I still imagined that it had really happened and it was so very sad. <br />
<br />
A great story but a bit of a painful shock too.

If only my wife could show that much passion.<br />
Then maybe I would try again…

Moral of the story, girls: do not ask your crazy husband to carry you around the house as an attempt to delay divorce because it could be hazardous to your health.