Story that touch….

“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 Jane. 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
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 had obsessed me for
several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer
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 Jane. 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 every day 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
I told Jane 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; 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 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 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
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. Jane
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, 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, Jane, 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 anymore. 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.
Jane 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.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my
hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only
to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had
been fighting CANCER for months and I was so
busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that
she would die soon and she wanted to save me
from the whatever negative reaction from our
son, in case we push through with the divorce.—
At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving
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. 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. If you are not in a relationship now,
remember this for the second (or third) time
around. It’s never too late.
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many
of life’s failures are people who did not realize
how close they were to success when they gave

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