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MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS …

MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD READ THIS …

By Floyd Miller

 

 

 

Submitted By Mattie Dixon from her Facebook This story was posted on FB by oneof my friends!!! “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 observedthe hurt in her eyes. Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what Iwas thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn’t seem tobe annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks andshouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. Shewas 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 toJane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her! {{more}} With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that shecould own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at itand then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her lifewith me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources andenergy 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 hadobsessed 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 thetable. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep veryfast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane. When I woke up, shewas still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over andwas asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anythingfrom me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that inthat one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Herreasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’twant to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recallhow I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requestedthat every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to thefront door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our lastdays together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly andthought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face thedivorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention wasexplicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we bothappeared 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 hereyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feelingsomewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the busto work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. Icould smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked atthis 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 hadtaken 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 andsixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’ttell 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 butcould not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grownbigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason whyI 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. Tohim, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part ofhis life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. Iturned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this lastminute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through thesitting 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 myarms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightlyand 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 delaywould make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I saidto her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have afever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’tdivorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t valuethe details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now Irealize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposedto hold her until death do us apart. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gaveme a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walkeddownstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquetof flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. Ismiled 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 upstairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCERfor months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she woulddie soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from ourson, in case we push through with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of ourson—- I’m a loving husband…. The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It isnot the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create anenvironment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for eachother 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 whodid not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.