I was blog hopping. Its been a while doing this. Been busy with work, and when I get home… I’d prefer to lay down in bed watching TV series or whatever is playing on TV.
My photoblog, I could update as it requires just one picture, and a few words (normally around 100 words)… but this blog.. where I pour up my thought, remain full with my complaints over PosLaju for the past week.
Anyway, I found this amazing story in Cokelat’s blog… I thought it was lame at first, but the story gets interesting.. read it, you’d see what I mean.
By the way, You might want to use the advance tool called ‘zoom’ to read this because the writing is kind of small. Typical “cut and paste”.
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married
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 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 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 months 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 ever 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 mummy 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, 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 tome. 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 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 mum 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 myface 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 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 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 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 our 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 beyour spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
– Author unknown –
FFuuuuuhhhhh… Talk about a great touching story…
I think, the phrase “Till Death Do Us Part” means more to me now…
Hey, thanks for sharing with others. I did read this story again at your blog and I can’t help it, I cried again. Don’t you think being loved and to love is a beautiful thing that God creates us, do you? Ignore our partners weaknesses but adore everything that we have together in this way, you will find your every day fulfilled with new romance.
I do disturbed by his snores every nite but you know what? If he goes travelling I can’t sleep because I miss something – his snores! His snores is kinda lullaby to make me sleep tightly.
….. I can’t imagine what will happen to me if something happens to him, cross fingers!!
CDASON: hahaha.. weird!! Missing his snore!! Well, I guess that’s the beauty of marriage eyhh?? hehe To love and be loved!!
i’ve read this before somewhere, but it still make me cried…
CDASON: Yeah?? So this is a story of another story.. of another story?? Well.. its just so nice to read.. Should be passed on!!
Waiting to hear your marriage vows to your special someone .. jangan baca dalam email saja ah… 🙂 hehehe
CDASON: hahha.. you’ll have to wait for that my dear friend. It might take some time 😛
Am I the only heartless among your blog readers? I thought this was…uhm…nevermind. But the premise make sense though- don’t “relax” the relationship after you snagged the person by marriage.
CDASON: Everyone has their own ‘feel’ and opinion.. I didn’t cry.. but still.. the story is a delightful read.
I read this before too …It’s like watching a familiar love story falling apart, and the man is the only person daring enough to try to walk away, while the woman is the only one brave enough to try to work it out… And you know WOMEN ALWAYS GET WHAT THEY WANT IN THE END. 🙂
CDASON: Is that so?? I mean “WOMEN ALWAYS GET WHAT THEY WANT IN THE END”?? What made u say this?
This post has a feminist touch to it, as one other put it ‘women always get what they want in the end’. Sorry, but the guy is such a pussy. If he wants a divorce, go with it. What a ‘dilly dally’ sort of character. Such man, not worth to keep, not to take. The real ending should be the wife dumped him for good, and the gf found a better guy. Ahaks!
ps: Not advocating for divorce. Just being anal. 🙂
We are entitled to our own opinions. No harm done 😀 Anyway, If you look at the article from your point of view.. Your right.. The guy should have suffered more… hehehe…. He’s just “Makan ludah sendiri” by taking back what he said before.
Nice story..Thanks 4 sharing that..Really sweet..
No problem mar..