“When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, took me hand and said, I have something to tell you She sat down and ate quietly again I could see the pain in his eyes
suddenly, I did not know how to open my mouth But I had to let you know…. what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She did not seem upset by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made angry. he threw sticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! that night, they do not communicate with each other. She was crying. I knew I wanted to know what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give a satisfactory answer ; I had lost my heart to Jane I do not want only he was sorry
with a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and..! 30% of the shares of my company. She glanced at him and then broke it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. We are very sorry for their loss of time, resources and energy but I could not take back what he had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected. 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 home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did not have dinner, but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after a long day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just do not care what I turned around and I fell asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she did not want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that month both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Their reasons were simple :. Our son had his exams within a month and did not want to disrupt him with our broken marriage
This was nice for me. But he had something more, she asked me to remember what had taken place in the living bride on our wedding. She requested that every day for the duration of the month to carry out our room 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.
Jane told me about the conditions of divorce my wife. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks applied, has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I had not had any body contact since specific mention of my intention to divorce is made. So when carried out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son broke behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the living 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 a little annoyed. He left me on the floor in front of the door. She went to wait for the bus to go to work. I went alone to the office.
On the second day, the two acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the scent of her blouse. I realized that I had not seen this woman carefully for a long time. I realized that she was no longer young. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a moment I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I am lifted up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. In the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I did not tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the workout every day made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. Suddenly I realized that she had become so thin, that was the reason that could lead to its greater ease.
Suddenly I realized that I had buried so much pain and bitterness … his heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched his head.
Our son entered the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry out the breast. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother 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 the last minute. Then I had him in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the living room, into the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I took her body tightly; it was like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I had her in my arms I could hardly take a step. Our son had gone to school. I hugged her tightly and said, I had not noticed that our life lacks intimacy. I went to the office …. jumped out of the car quickly and without closing the door. I was afraid any delay would change my mind … I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and said, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched his forehead. You have a fever? She said. I moved my hand to my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I will not divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I did not value the details of our lives, not because we do not love each other more. Now I realize that since I took her to my house the day of the wedding I supposed to hold her until death do us part. Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and began to mourn. I went downstairs and walked away. In the flower 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 take you out every morning until death do us part.
That night I got home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up the stairs, only to find my wife in bed -dead. My wife had been battling cancer for months and I was so busy with Jane even notice. She knew she was going to die soon and wanted to save me from the negative reaction that is our son, if push through the divorce.- At least, in the eyes of our son– I am a loving husband. …
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but can not 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 not have a real happy marriage!
If you do not share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of the failures in life are people who do not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.