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A short story......
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 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 Liz. 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 Liz 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 Liz.
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 door every morning. I thought she was
going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her
odd request.
I told Liz 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 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 Liz about this. It became easier to
carryher 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 the 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. Liz opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Liz, 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, Liz, 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 apart.
Liz 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.
Don't forget to have a real happy marriage.
A true test of love is when the pain of betrayal takes away your will to live. When the one who promised to love you, hurts you , betrays you, damages you inside and out, but you still care about them even more than your self. Then it was and is a real love, and the relationship is worth mending. Because when a bone breaks it is stronger in the spot where it healed and so are relationships that pass the test of true comittment but most of all that pass the test of true love............. |
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Posted by serendipity_bb on 2008-02-11 01:02:32 | Rating: | Views: 120
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please tell me this is a true story! i am in a very bad marriage and don't want to try anymore but this story is still a wonderful heartlifter. sometimes to give up is to pass the test.
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Posted by lastblastkl
on 2008-02-11 11:08:40
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you are one amazing woman. my spouse was pretty bad but the deal breaker was he was also a beater. i took it until he started on my children and that was it. my children are all grown and happy with families of their own and i am still with this man. i have begun my plan of leaving. i wrote earlier in a comment to someone that many people think it's such a black/white issue and it is so just the opposite. it definitely has greay areas mixed in. if it would be so easy then wouldn't it be a great world to live in. no more pain. no more bad marriages. just lots of joy. i think only those who have rose colored glasses on actually believe that. the rest of know it's going to be hard work and then wish it were that easy. thank you again for a lovely story both on your blog and in your life.
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Posted by lastblastkl
on 2008-02-11 17:45:11
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Serendipity_bb, this is a beautiful story. Thank you.
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Posted by pgm
on 2008-02-12 07:06:26
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this is a great story but Im afraid its fiction, the way you would have liked things to be, I hope Im wrong, either way, what a wonderful post, thanks
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Posted by roe
on 2008-02-12 15:28:06
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Thank you. You are an insperation to those of us trying to save our marriage.My husband moved out 14 months ago and is living in a apartment with some of his girlfriends things. He says he doesn't want to come back. I still feel I need to show him we can communicate again together but he won't drop the girlfriend. If you have any advice to help me I could use it.
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Posted by prettywoman
on 2008-02-12 19:57:48
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Thank you for posting this beautiful heartwarming "happily ever after" story. At times there seems to be so much sadness and heartbreak in the arena of love. Nice to read a story that ended differently. Peace.
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2008-03-16 01:11:16
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