marriage matters.

This is a true life story of a man. I hope after reading it you will find a lesson in it. happy reading…………………

When I got home that night as my wife serve dinner, I held her hand and said, I have to something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. Suddenly i did not 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 did not seems to be my 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 did not talk to each other. She was weeping. I new she want to find out what happen to our marriage. But i could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, she has lost my heart to dew, I don’t love her any more, I just pitied her.

With a deep sense of quilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30 stake of my company. she glance at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who has spend ten years of her life with me has become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted life time, resource and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I love dew dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected see. To me her cry was actually a 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 not had supper but went straight to bed 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 did not need anything from me, but needed a month notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live a normal life as possible, Her reason were simple. our son has his exams in a month time and she did not want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she ask me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that every morning for the month duration I will 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 I accepted her odd request. I told dew about my wife divorce conditions....she laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what trick she applies ,she has to face the divorce ,she said scornfully.

My wife and I had not 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 word brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, i walk over ten meters with her in my arms. She close her eyes and said softly, don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down out side 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 anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was greying! Our marriage had taking 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 slip 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 thin, that was the reason why i could carry her 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 the moment and said, Dad, its time to carry mum out. to him, seeing his father carrying his  mother out had become essential part of his life. My wife gesture 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 notice that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office ....jumped out of the swiftly without locking door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind....I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and i say 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 seems to suddenly wake up. she gave a loud slap and than 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 sales girl 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 upstairs, 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 those little things for each other that build intimacy. do you have a real happy marriage!