brenda67
03-07-2008, 11:39 AM
It's called Marriage reminder ...It's a very strong message..and get ready to shed some tears.I know I did..It's a very long post.
THIS IS SO POWERFUL AND A MUST READ FOR MARRIED COUPLES (AN EYE OPENER),
single couples, AND
FOR THOSE WHO DESIRE TO MARRY.
Be Blessed!
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 a lovely girl called Dew. I did not 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
Dew 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 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 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 d oor every morning. 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 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; do not
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 Dew 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 tri ed 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 ou r 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 not 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. 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 a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head.
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 any more. 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
part. 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 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.
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,
blah..blah.. blah. 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. Have
a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. Bu t if you do, you
just might save a marriage.
THIS IS SO POWERFUL AND A MUST READ FOR MARRIED COUPLES (AN EYE OPENER),
single couples, AND
FOR THOSE WHO DESIRE TO MARRY.
Be Blessed!
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 a lovely girl called Dew. I did not 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
Dew 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 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 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 d oor every morning. 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 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; do not
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 Dew 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 tri ed 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 ou r 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 not 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. 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 a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head.
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 any more. 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
part. 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 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.
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,
blah..blah.. blah. 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. Have
a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. Bu t if you do, you
just might save a marriage.