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Isah2023/07/07 20:48

Don't know what you have until it's gone forever 🤷


TO Read This, 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 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

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 request. 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 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. 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 ran

up stairs, only to find my wife in

the bed -dead. My wife had been

fighting CANCER for months and I

was too busy with Jane to even

notice. She knew that she would

die soon and she wanted to save

me from whatever negative

reaction it would have on our son,

in case we pushed through with

the divorce. — At least, in the eyes

of our son—- I’m a loving




NOT" the Mansion or House, 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. Do have

a real happy marriage! If you

don’t share this, nothing will

happen to you. If you do, you just

might save a marriage. Most of

life’s failures are people who did

not realize how close they were to

success when they gave up, YOU



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