A really good story to share with yours…
When I back at that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat and ate quietly. I observed the hurt in her eyes.
I didn’t know how to open my mouth, but I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want to divorce with her. I raised the topic slowly. She didn’t seems to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me calmly, why? I avoided to answer her question. This made her angry. She threw away the spoon and shouted at me, you are not a man!
We didn’t talk to each other at that night. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what was happened to our marriage. But I’m hardly to give her a satisfactory answer; I had given my heart to a lovely girl called Sweety. I didn’t love her anymore.
I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, 35% shares of my company and the car. She glanced at it and tore it into pieces. Both of us had become stranger after living together for 12 years. I felt sorry to her in wasting her time, resources and energy but I could not do anything right now as I had in love with Sweety.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, that is what I had expected to see. For me, cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for 1 month seemed to be firmer and clearer now. The following day, I found her writing something at the table when I back in very late time. I went straight to sleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Sweety. She was still there at the table writing when I woke up. I did nothing and was fall asleep again.
She presented me her divorce conditions in the next morning. She didn’t want anything from me, but just a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in a month’s time that we both live like normal as before as possible. The reason was that our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
I accepted her requested. In addition, she also had asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning during a month’s duration. I thought she was going crazy. I accepted her request as to make our last days together bearable .
I told Sweety about my wife’s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since the divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped, “daddy is holding mummy in his arms”. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the fitting room, then to the door, I walked over 15 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 and 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 only realized that there were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. I just 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 Sweety 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 would make me change my mind. When Sweety opened the door, I said to her, Sorry, Sweety, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished.
She touched my forehead and asked, “Do you have a fever?” I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Sweety, 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 does us apart.
Sweety seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked out and drive away. On the way back, I stopped at one floral shop and ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The sales girl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote: ‘I’ll carry you out every morning until death does us apart’
The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters…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!
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
You don’t get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are going to live, here and now.
P/S: People will forget what you said
People will forget what you did
But people will never forget how you made them feel…
As you move on in a relationship, please don’t forget what were the values that brought you two together when it’s first started…DON”T Let Them Fade Off….
‘You Have to Learn Lessons Also from Others Mistakes because you will Not Get Time to Do All the Mistakes on Your Own’ 
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