Take some time to read this. No matter if you’re married or not.
“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. 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. She just asked me: ‘Why?’
I avoided her question and it 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 at all. 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!
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 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 because I loved Jane so dearly. She cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now. I came back home very late the following day and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t eat anything 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 me 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 had to struggle to live as normal 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. I accepted her odd request just to make our last days together bearable.
I had to tell 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 anybody 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 and 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 and 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. I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife at the floral shop on the way. 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 upstairs, only to find my wife in the bed -dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months, while I was so busy with Jane to even notice that. 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 husband.”
It’s the small details of our lives that really matter. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. They do create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves.
Find time for yourself and your partners! Try to be happy every day of your life!