F U R IN A RELATIONSHIP,
MARRIED OR SINGLE , READ
THIS YOU'LL KNOW WHY AT
THE END.
"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 relationsh ip. 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. ♥

the guy is inhuman to live under d same roof and yet be completely detach from her to d extent of not aware of her ailment is'nt encouraging

as much as i loved the story for a movie, i certainly dnt wish it happens to me or any1! So much for a sad endin!