LOVE,BETRAYAL AND MARRIAGE.
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
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.
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.
Remember love is the richest of all treasures.
Without it there is nothing; and with it there is
everything. Love never perishes , even if the bones
of a lover are ground fine like powder. Just as the
perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it
is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love
is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore
eternal. Beauty can be destroyed , but not love.
“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
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.
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.
Remember love is the richest of all treasures.
Without it there is nothing; and with it there is
everything. Love never perishes , even if the bones
of a lover are ground fine like powder. Just as the
perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it
is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love
is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore
eternal. Beauty can be destroyed , but not love.
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