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A Long And Touching Story by Doublyu(m): 3:44pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
(A Real And A True Life
Story)
Just two years after our marriage, my husband
brought up the idea of asking his Mother to move
from the rural hometown and spend her
remaining years with us. His father passed away
while he was still very young. His mum endured
much hardship and struggled all on her own to
provide for him, see him through to the university.
You could say that she suffered a great deal and
did everything you could expect or imagine of a
woman to bring hubby to where he is today. I
immediately agreed and started preparing the
spare room, which has a balcony facing the South
to let her enjoy the sunshine and plant greenery.
Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly, he
lifted me up and started spinning round and
round. As I begged him to put me down, he said:
"Lets go fetch mother".
Hubby is tall and big sized and I love to rest my
head on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he
could pick me up at any moment, put me as
smallish as I am into his pocket.
Whenever we have an argument and one of us
refuses to back out, he would lift me up and spin
me over his head continuously until I surrender as
I beg for mercy. I became addicted to this kind of
panic-joy feeling.
Mother brought along her countryside habits and
lifestyle with her. For example; I am so used to
buying flowers to decorate the living room, she
could not stand it and would comment: "I do not
know how you young people spend your money,
what do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat
flowers!" I will smile and say,: "Mum, with flowers
in the house, our mood will also become better."
Mother will grumble away, and my husband will
smile and tell her:
"Mum, this is how it is in the city and with time
you will get use to it". Mother will stop
murmuring.
But thereafter, whenever I came home with
flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I
will tell her the price and she would shake her
head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I
come home with lots of shopping bags, she would
demand to know the price for each and every
item, I would tell her honestly and she would get
even more upset about it.. Hubby playfully
pinched my nose one day and said: "You little
fool, just don't tell her the full price of everything
and that would would solve the problem." This
sparked the friction to our otherwise happy
lifestyle and home.
Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early
to prepare the breakfast. In her view, how could
the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
breakfast table, mother's facial expression is
always like the dark clouds before a thunderstorm
and I would pretend not to have noticed that. She
would use her chopsticks or cutlery to make a lot
of noise as her silent protest.
As a dance teacher in the Children's Palace where
i work, I come home exhausted from a long day
of dancing around, and I do not wish to give up
the luxury of that additional few minutes in the
comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf ear
to all the
protest mother makes.
From time to time, mother would help out with
some housework, but soon her help created
additional work for me. For example: she would
keep all kinds of plastic bags with the aim of
selling them later on, and at the end, the house is
filled with all forms of trash bags; she would spill
on the dishes, dish washing detergent when
helping to wash the dishes and so, as not to hurt
her feelings, I would quietly wash them again.
One day, late at night, mother saw me washing
the dishes, and "Bam" she slams her bedroom
door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby
was placed in a difficult position as to whose
side he should be on, and after that, he did not
speak to me for that entire night. I pretended to
be a spoilt child, tried acting cute, but he totally
ignored me.... I got mad and asked him: "What
did I do wrong?" He stared at me and said: "Can't
you just give in to her once? We couldn't possibly
die eating from a bowl however unclean it is,
right?" After that incident, for a long period of
time, mother did not speak with me and you can
feel that there is a very awkward feeling hanging
in the house.
During the period of the cold war, hubby was
caught in a dilemma as to who to please.
In order to stop her son from having to prepare
breakfast, mother took on the "all important" task
of preparing breakfast without informing or
discussing with any of us. At the breakfast table,
mother would look at her son happily as he eats
his breakfast and she'll cast that reprimanding
stare at me for having failed to perform my duty
as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast
situation, I resorted to buying my own breakfast
on my way to work. That night, while in bed,
hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it
because you think that mum's cooking is not
clean that's why you chose not to eat at home?"
He then turned his back on me and left me alone
in tears as feelings of unfairness overwhelmed
me..
After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for me,
can we have breakfast together at home?" I am
left with no choice but to return to the breakfast
table.
The next morning, I was having porridge prepared
by his mother and I felt a sudden churn in my
stomach and everything inside seem to be
rushing up my throat. I tried to suppress the urge
to throw up but I could not. I threw down the
bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited
everything out. Just as I was catching my breath,
I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly in
her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom
doorway staring at me with fire burning in his
eyes... I opened my mouth but no words came
out, I really did not mean it.
We had our very first big fight that day; mother
took a look at us, then stood up and slowly made
her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
stare in the eye and followed mother down the
stairs.
For three days, hubby did not return home, not
even a phone call. I was so furious, since mother
arrived; I had been trying my best to put up with
her, what else do you want me to do? For no
reason, I keep having the feeling to throw up and
I simply lost appetite for food, coupled with all
the events happening at home, I was then at a
low point in my life.
Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible;
you should go and see a doctor." The doctor
confirmed that I was pregnant.
Now it became clear to me why I threw up that
fateful morning, a sense of sadness floaded my
soul through that otherwise happy news. Why
didn't husband, or his mother who had been
through this before, thought of the possibility of
this being the reason that day? At the hospital
entrance, I saw my hubby standing there. It had
only been three days, but he looked raggard.
I had wanted to turn and leave, but one look at
him and my heart soften, I couldn't resist and I
called out to him. He followed my voice and
finally found me but he pretended he doesn't
know me; he has that disgusted look in his eyes
that cut right through my heart. I told myself not
to look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that
moment, I have such a strong urge inside me to
shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your
baby!" and have him lift me up and spin me
around in circles of joy as he's fond of.
What I wanted didn't happen and as I sat in the
cab, my tears started rolling down. Why? Why
couldn't our love even withstand the test of one
fight?
Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my
hubby, and the disgusted look in his eyes I saw at
the hospital. I cried out and soaked the pillow
with my tears. That night, the sound of drawers
opening in our room woke me up. I switched on
the lights and I saw hubby with tears rolling down
his face. He was removing all the money he had
kept in therr. I stared at him in silence; he
ignored me, took the bank deposit book and some
money and
left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave
me for good. What a rational man, so clear-cut in
love and money matters. I gave a few dried laugh
and tears started streaming down again.
The next day, I did not go to work.. I wanted to
clear this out and have a good talk with him. I
reached his office and his secretary gave me a
weird look and said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a
traffic accident and is now in the hospital." I
stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and
by the time I found them, mother had already
passed away.
Hubby did not look at me, his face was
expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white
and thin face and I couldn't control the tears in
my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
Throughout the funeral, he did not say a single
word to me, with only the occasional disgusted
stare he gives. I only managed to find out brief
facts about the accident from other people. That
day, after mother left the house, she walked away
dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending
to go back to her old house back in the
countryside. As hubby ran after her, she tried to
walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a
public bus came knocking her... I finally
understood how much hubby must hate me.
If I had not thrown up that morning, if we had
not quarreled, if...., in his heart, I am indirectly
the killer of his mother.
Back in the house he moved into mother's room
and came home every night with a strong liquor
smell on him. Me, I was buried under the guilt
and self-pity as a result of his mum's death and
could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him,
tell him that we are going to have our baby soon,
but each time, I saw the dead look in his eyes, all
the words I have at the brink of my mouth just
fell back in. I had rather he hit me real hard or
give me a big and thorough scolding though none
of these events happening had been my fault at
all.
Many days of suffocating silence went by and as
the days went by, he came home late and late.
The deadlock between us continued, we were
living together like strangers who didn't know
each other. I am like the dead knot in his heart.
One day, I passed by a western restaurant,
looking through the glass, I saw him and a girl
sitting facing each other and he litely brushed her
hair for her, I understood what that action meant
immediately. After recovering from that moment
of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front
of my him and stared hard at him, not a tear in
my eyes. I have nothing to say to him, and there
was no need to say anything. The girl looked at
me, looks at him, stood up to walk away , but my
husband restrained her from doing so. He stared
back at me, challenging me.. I can only hear my
heart beating slowly, beat after beat as if I'm
about taking my last breath. I eventually backed
out, if I had stood there any longer, I would have
collapsed
together with the baby inside me. That night, he
did not come home; he had chosen to use that as
a way to sending a message to me:
Following his mother's death, so did our love for
each other.
He did not come home anymore after that.
Sometimes, when I returned home from work, I
can tell that the wardrobe had been touched - he
had returned to take some of his belonging. I no
longer wish to call him; the initial desire to
explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I
go for my medical checkups alone, my heart
breaks again and again every time I see a guy
carefully helping his wife through the physical
examination.
My office colleagues advised me to consider
aborting the baby, I told them No, I will not.. I
insisted on having the baby, perhaps it is my way
of repaying his mother for causing her death.
One day, I came home and I saw him sitting in
the living room. The whole house was filled with
cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, was lying
this piece of paper. I immediately knew what it is
all about without even looking at it to read it's
content.
In the two months plus of living alone, I have
gradually learned to find peace within myself. I
looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You
wait a while, I will sign." He looked at me, wit
with mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine. As
I hang up my coat, I kept repeating to myself
"You cannot cry, you cannot cry..." my eyes hurt
terribly, but I refused to let tears out.
After I hung up my coat, his eyes fixed at my
bulging tummy with a stare. I smiled, walked over
to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards
me. Without even looking at what it says, I signed
my name on it and pushed the paper to him. "LD,
are you pregnant?" He spurt out. Since mother's
accident, this is the first time he speaking to me.
I could not control my tears any further and they
fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can
leave now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat,
facing each other. He slowly moved over me, his
tears wet his dress. In my heart, everything
seems so far away,even if I sprint, I could never
reach them. I cannot remember how many times
he repeatefly said "sorry" to me. I had originally
thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't.
In the western restaurant, in front of that girl,
that cold look in his eyes, I will never forget,
never ever. We have caused such deep scars in
each other's heart. For me, it's unintentional; for
him, totally and absolutely intentional.
I had been waiting for this moment of
reconciliation, but I realized now, that what had
gone past is gone forever and could not be
undone.
Other than the thought of the baby inside me that
would bring some warmth to my heart, I am
totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything
he buys for me nor take any presents from him, I
also stopped talking to him. From the moment I
signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love
had vanished from my heart. Sometimes, he will
try to come into our bedroom, but when he walks
in, I will walk out to the living room. He had no
choice but to sleep in his mother's room. At
night, from his room, I can hear sounds of
groaning, I kept quiet... This used to be his trick;
when all was well between us, whenever I ignore
him, he would fake illness and I will surrender and
find out what is wrong with him, he would then
grab me and laugh. He has forgotten that was the
last time I cared for him and I showed concern
because there was love, but now, what is there
between us? Hubby's groaning came on and off
Consistently but I continuously ignored him.
Almost everyday, he would buy something for the
baby, infant products, children products and
books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
stacked inside his room till it was full. I knew he
was trying to use this to reach out to me, but I
was no longer moved by his actions. He has no
choice but to lock himself in his room and I can
hear him typing away on his computer keyboard,
maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but
none of that matters to me anymore.
It was sometime towards the end of spring in the
following year, one late night, I screamed because
of a sudden stomach pain, he came rushing into
the room, its like he did not change his from his
office cloth to sleep, but had been waiting for this
moment. He carried me and ran down the stairs,
stopped a cab, holding my hand very tightly and
kept wiping the sweat off my brow, throughout
the
journey to the hospital.
Once we reached the hospital, he carried me and
hurried into the delivery suite. Lying on the back
of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed
my mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me
as much as he did? He held the delivery suite
door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes
caused me to manage a smile at him despite my
contraction pain. Coming out of the delivery
room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes filled
with tears of joy as he kept smiling. I reached out
and touched his hand. He looked at me, smiling
and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I
cried out for him in pain... He smiled, but without
opening that tired eyes of his.... I had thought
that I would never shed any tear for him, but the
truth is, I have never felt a deeper pain cutting
through my heart at that moment. The doctor
said by the time they discovered he had liver
cancer, it was already in the terminal stage and it
was a miracle that he managed to last this long.
I asked the doctor when he first discovered he
had cancer.
Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me
saying: "Prepare for his funeral."
I disregarded the nurse's objection not to leave
the ward and rushed home, I went into his room
and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain
hits me. His cancer was discovered 5 months
ago, his groaning was real, I thought ... the
computer showed over 200 thousand words he
wrote for our son: "Son, just for you, I have
persisted, to be able to take a look at you before
I fall, is my biggest wish now.... I know that in
your life, you will have many happiness and
maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
you throughout that journey, how nice would it
be. But daddy now no longer has that chance.
Daddy has written inside here all the possible
difficulties and problems you may encounter
during your lifetime, when you meet with these
problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion ...
Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I
feel as if I have accompanied you through life's
journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy. Do
love your mum, she has suffered a lot, she is the
one who loves you most and also the one who
loves me most...." From play school to primary
school, to secondary, university? , to work and
even in dealing with questions of love, everything
big and small was written there.
He has also written a letter for me: "My dear, to
marry you was my biggest happiness, forgive me
for the pain I have caused you, forgive me for not
telling you about my illness, because I wanted to
see you in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of
our baby.... My dear, if you cried, it means that
you have forgiven me and I would smile, thank
you for loving me... For all these presents, I'm
afraid I cannot give them to our son personally,
could you pls help me in giving some of them to
him every year, the dates are on what to be given
and when to give are all written on the
packaging... "
Going back to the hospital, my husband was still
in coma. I brought our son over and placed him
beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I
want our son to remember being in the warmth of
your arms..." He struggled to open his eyes and
managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms
was happily waving his tiny hands in the air. I
press the button on the camera and the sound of
the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly
rolled down my face....
A fatal misunderstanding and the person who
loves me the most in this world is gone
forever...." Cruel misunderstandings, one after the
other disrupted the blissful footsteps of our
family. Our original intent of having his mother
enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her
remaining years with us went terribly wrong as
destiny's secret is finally revealed at a price,
everything became too late."...... ...
This is a true 1 Like |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by henribj(m): 3:50pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
if i cry now they will say i am too senti senti... touching story though |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Nobody: 4:19pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
I didn't see any 'touch' there tho |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by creamyxino(f): 4:40pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
**deep breathe * *.... so touching.... |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Ngeela: 4:45pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
What a touching story |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by sanbells(f): 5:09pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
A really touching story indeed. This are some of the misfortunes caused by some mother in-laws. I mean, can't they stay in their husbands house and allow their sons or daughters enjoy their marriage with their wives or husbands? Do they always have to interfere? I'm not generalizing though buh some mother in-laws are just too over protective of their kids thereby destroying their marriages like diz one. Tragedy. |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Ekeretom(m): 5:19pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
Na wah o.... Na so de young man and him mama kick de bucket.... Xo touching. |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Hannysmilez(f): 5:48pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
@OP,you just had to make me end my Sunday in tears. Life can be so unfair. 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Nobody: 5:50pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
Hannysmilez:I think it is not a true story! |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Hannysmilez(f): 5:55pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
all4naija:Is this fate or are you stalking me? Btw,it's 100%possible its real. |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Nobody: 6:04pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
Hannysmilez:Neither both. I am following you as I do to many people I find their posts interesting. I request to follow you, perhaps, you didn't accept my request. There is nothing to fear because I have a super hottie out of this world that I love. I think it is a fake story. My instincts tells me that. ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Re: A Long And Touching Story by Hannysmilez(f): 6:26pm On Oct 11, 2015 |
all4naija:Wow,was kidding though. It's always great when a man speaks nicely of his woman,(i was never worried tho,already do have a superman). Concerning the story,it could wind up being true coz i've seen crazier things happen in real life. |
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