Married Or Not, You Should Read This....

I have read what you are about to read before but then i had a different mindset...

You might have read it before but made no sense to you,please read it again.

“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. T

his 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 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
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 through 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. If you are not in a
relationship now, remember this for the second (or third)
time around.

 It's never too late. 

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.