“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. If you have taken out your time
to read this heart touching
story, hit LIKE and write "Amen"
then share this story for others
to read, don't ignore!
» God bless you

sidneyeze:
“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. If you have taken out your time
to read this heart touching
story, hit LIKE and write "Amen"
then share this story for others
to read, don't ignore!
» God bless you

Nice. Really Nice.
Thanks for sharing this.