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True Story by keyne(f): 4:06pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
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 thru 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 and for those of us not married, we can learn the art of sticking together with your relationship partner despite the odds. You are both stronger than the odds only when you agree. A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME. |
Re: True Story by MrCork25: 4:11pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
**looks for glasses to read story** ![]() |
Re: True Story by Phate07(m): 4:18pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
A summary will be fully appreciated. Thank you. ![]() |
Re: True Story by Dsense(m): 4:22pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Yep dis guys re right,I couldn't read it all as i have other stuffs to handle nd at the same time i'm so interested in this story. |
Re: True Story by koolkamzzy(m): 4:23pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Though i'm not maried yet, but this story is so touching |
Re: True Story by mediatrix8(f): 4:33pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
I am touched by this story.It's true many guys forgot their responsibilities to their spouses just because they found them unattractive anymore.When they entered the altar to say "i do", followed by " till death do u part" they should stand for it, no matter what happened, life is full of trials but let your LOVE not LUST be the strength of your marriage, |
Re: True Story by MrCork25: 4:37pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
keyne (f), madam, did NEPA take light when u waz writin this story, its like 20 pages (no oofeinse) ![]() |
Re: True Story by mediatrix8(f): 4:42pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
mr cork, I suggest you better have patience reading this story as you have been so patient trying to reply all blogs here.I am sure you will be touched and perhaps can help you wake up to reality and value the woman you HAVE NOW and loving you so much, YOUR WIFE, do you have? (NOOOOOO OOFFEENNCEEEEEEEEE ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Re: True Story by Coolabbie: 5:00pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Such a moving & sad story but why did it hv 2 end lyk dis. *dabs eyes wit tissue* |
Re: True Story by MrCork25: 5:01pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
mediatrix8 , by the times u finish readin this story, NEPA will take light 11 times *(no oofeinse) ![]() |
Re: True Story by kokoletz(m): 5:02pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
ahahahahah (Subbing) awww awwww ahahahah. What a pathetic story. |
Re: True Story by mediatrix8(f): 5:05pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
mediatrix8 , by the times u finish readin this story, NEPA will take light 11 times *(no oofeinse) , MR CORK, I don't understand your words, NEPA means what?, could you elaborate it a lil bit in standard ENGLISH and not using your own native slang English |
Re: True Story by kokoletz(m): 5:18pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Sorry mediatrix8 it means Never Expect Power Always it his native slang dnt b angry wit him he thought we all came 4rm his village. |
Re: True Story by mediatrix8(f): 5:23pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Well, thanks for that info dear bro, I am not angry but just wondering the way he replies here hmmmmnnn, anyway,It's past midnight here, I need to sleep now, I will read again tomorrow, I love NIGERIA. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Re: True Story by Mygoldie(f): 5:26pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
this post goes on and on and on and on, Lolz(no ofeisnce) ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Re: True Story by kokoletz(m): 5:28pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Gudnite bro |
Re: True Story by DAY13(m): 6:26pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
wow |
Re: True Story by Dyt(f): 6:30pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
i don read dis story tire 4 nl bt each tym i read it i cry |
Re: True Story by keyne(f): 9:58pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
@ Mr.Cork, duh, 24hrs power supply! the post is nt dt long,it is just over spaced ![]() |
Re: True Story by Insanity(m): 10:44pm On Oct 28, 2010 |
Soooo sad *sobs* |
Re: True Story by Emade(m): 6:52am On Oct 29, 2010 |
dis real life story touch me. i learn a lesson not to play it ur wife emotion how can u call ur wife one day and tell are that u want to broke de marriage. i hope u learn ur lesson in a hard way. i pray ur wife 4give u.pls do not tell ur child may god help u. |
Re: True Story by Specialist900(m): 7:18am On Oct 29, 2010 |
the story was nice. Insanity:throws in handkerchief, |
Re: True Story by Coretalk(m): 6:10pm On Oct 29, 2010 |
wow ![]() ![]() |
Re: True Story by iamlone(f): 6:18pm On Oct 29, 2010 |
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Re: True Story by Omolola1(f): 6:33pm On Oct 29, 2010 |
Av read this story before |
Re: True Story by chyk91(m): 1:03am On Oct 30, 2010 |
nyc story, so touchin |
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