Madonna
03-14-2008, 05:59 PM
Can't help but share this experience of a brother.
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 quitely.
Again i observed the hurt in her eyes. suddenly i didn't 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 sofly, 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 Dew. 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, resource and energy but i could not take back what i had said for i loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what i expected to see.
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 dew.
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 and out bridal room on our wedding day. she requested that everyday for the month's duration i carry her out of our bedroom to the front door everymorning. I thought she was going crazy. just to make our last days together bearable i accepted her odd request.
I told Dew 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 had'nt had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. so when i carried her out the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.
On the second day, both of us acted much easily. she leaned on my chest i could smell fragrance of her blouse. i realized that i had'nt looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken it 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 intimacy was growing again.
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 why i could carry her more easily.
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, daddy it's time to carry mum out. To him seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. 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 had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office jumped out of my car swifly without locking the door. i was afraid any delay would make me change my mind I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and i said to her, sorry, Dew, i do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, then touched my forehead. Do you have fever? she said. Sorry Dew , 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 realized that since i carried her into my home on our wedding day i am supposed to hold her until death do us apart
Dew 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 my way home, 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.
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!
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 quitely.
Again i observed the hurt in her eyes. suddenly i didn't 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 sofly, 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 Dew. 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, resource and energy but i could not take back what i had said for i loved Dew so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what i expected to see.
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 dew.
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 and out bridal room on our wedding day. she requested that everyday for the month's duration i carry her out of our bedroom to the front door everymorning. I thought she was going crazy. just to make our last days together bearable i accepted her odd request.
I told Dew 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 had'nt had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. so when i carried her out the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain.
On the second day, both of us acted much easily. she leaned on my chest i could smell fragrance of her blouse. i realized that i had'nt looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young anymore. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken it 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 intimacy was growing again.
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 why i could carry her more easily.
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, daddy it's time to carry mum out. To him seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. 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 had'nt noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office jumped out of my car swifly without locking the door. i was afraid any delay would make me change my mind I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and i said to her, sorry, Dew, i do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, then touched my forehead. Do you have fever? she said. Sorry Dew , 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 realized that since i carried her into my home on our wedding day i am supposed to hold her until death do us apart
Dew 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 my way home, 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.
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!