When I got home that night as my wife
served me dinner, I grab her hand and said “I have something to tell
you.” She sat down and ate quietly. I watched and saw the pain in her
eyes. Suddenly I did not know how to open my mouth, but I had to tell
her what I was thinking: “I want a divorce”. She did not seem upset by
my words and asked me softly, why? You’re not a man?
That night we did not talk, and she cried. She wanted to know what was happening to me …
It was something with our marriage, but I
could not answer what exactly. It happened that she had lost my heart,
and I had another woman named Joan. I no longer loved my wife, but I
pitied her. With a great sense of guilt, I wrote a divorce agreement and
with this agreement she got the house, the car and 30% of our business.
She looked at the agreement and threw it
away. She spent 10 years of her life with me and now we were like
strangers. I pitied her, for all the lost time, energy was not the same
but it could not change. I loved Joan. Suddenly she started screaming.
The idea of divorce was now clearer to me.
The next day I came home and I found
myself writing at the table. I did not eat dinner and went to sleep, I
was very tired having spent the day with Juana. When I woke up, my wife
was still writing at the table. I did not mind, I turned around and
continued sleeping. In the morning my wife introduced me to divorce
conditions: She did not want anything from me, but needed a month’s
notice before the divorce.
She asked me for a month, we would have
to live as if nothing happened. Her reason was simple, our son had whole
month of tests and she did not want to bother him with our broken
marriage. I agreed, but she had another request: to agree upon me
carrying her to our room like the day we got married. I thought she was
going crazy, but that this alone was accepted.
My wife and I had no physical contact
since I expressed my intention to divorce, so when I took her to the
front door the first day, we both feel bad. Our son walked behind with
clapping and saying: Dad is carrying mom is his arms! His words gave me a
lot of pain.
walked the 10 meters with my wife in my
arms. She closed her eyes and said quietly: do not tell our son about
the divorce. Then I went to work. I drove alone to work. The second day,
we were both more relaxed.
She leaned against my chest, I could
feel the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I had not looked at it
carefully. I realized she was no longer so young, had some wrinkles,
some gray hairs … that was notable a damage of our marriage. For a
moment I thought and I ask: what was it I did? The fourth day, I felt
some affection was returning between us. This was the woman who gave me
10 years of her life. In the fifth and sixth day, it continued to. I
said nothing about Joan.
Every other day it was easier to carry
my wife and month was running. I thought I was getting used to her
weight. One morning, she was looking for what to wear. She had tried
many dresses on, but all of them were too big. It was then that I
realized she was very thin, and that was the reason that I did not feel
her weight load. Suddenly I realized that I had provoked much pain and
bitterness.
Without realizing it, she touched my
hair. Our son entered the room and said, Dad, it is time that you take
Mom to the door! For my son, seeing his father day after day carry her
mother to the door, that had become an essential part of his life. My
wife hugged him, I covered my face. I was afraid I changed my thinking
about divorce. And holding my wife in my arms to the door, it felt like
the first day of our wedding.
She stroked my neck soft and naturally. I
held her strong, just like our wedding night. I hugged her and did not
move, but she was so thin and that made me sad. The last day I just
hugged her and did not want to move, I told her I did not realize that
we had no privacy. Our son was at school. I drove to the office, I left
the car without closing the door, I When I got home that night as my
wife served me dinner, I grab her hand and said “I have something to
tell you.” She sat down and ate quietly. I watched and saw the pain in
her eyes. Suddenly I did not know how to open my mouth, but I had to
tell her what I was thinking: “I want a divorce”. She did not seem upset
by my words and asked me softly, why? You’re not a man?
That night we did not talk, and she cried. She wanted to know what was happening to me …
It was something with our marriage, but I
could not answer what exactly. It happened that she had lost my heart,
and I had another woman named Joan. I no longer loved my wife, but I
pitied her. With a great sense of guilt, I wrote a divorce agreement and
with this agreement she got the house, the car and 30% of our business.
She looked at the agreement and threw it
away. She spent 10 years of her life with me and now we were like
strangers. I pitied her, for all the lost time, energy was not the same
but it could not change. I loved Joan. Suddenly she started screaming.
The idea of divorce was now clearer to me.
The next day I came home and I found
myself writing at the table. I did not eat dinner and went to sleep, I
was very tired having spent the day with Juana. When I woke up, my wife
was still writing at the table. I did not mind, I turned around and
continued sleeping. In the morning my wife introduced me to divorce
conditions: She did not want anything from me, but needed a month’s
notice before the divorce.
She asked me for a month, we would have
to live as if nothing happened. Her reason was simple, our son had whole
month of tests and she did not want to bother him with our broken
marriage. I agreed, but she had another request: to agree upon me
carrying her to our room like the day we got married. I thought she was
going crazy, but that this alone was accepted.
My wife and I had no physical contact
since I expressed my intention to divorce, so when I took her to the
front door the first day, we both feel bad. Our son walked behind with
clapping and saying: Dad is carrying mom is his arms! His words gave me a
lot of pain.
walked the 10 meters with my wife in my
arms. She closed her eyes and said quietly: do not tell our son about
the divorce. Then I went to work. I drove alone to work. The second day,
we were both more relaxed.
She leaned against my chest, I could
feel the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I had not looked at it
carefully. I realized she was no longer so young, had some wrinkles,
some gray hairs … that was notable a damage of our marriage. For a
moment I thought and I ask: what was it I did? The fourth day, I felt
some affection was returning between us. This was the woman who gave me
10 years of her life. In the fifth and sixth day, it continued to. I
said nothing about Joan.
Every other day it was easier to carry
my wife and month was running. I thought I was getting used to her
weight. One morning, she was looking for what to wear. She had tried
many dresses on, but all of them were too big. It was then that I
realized she was very thin, and that was the reason that I did not feel
her weight load. Suddenly I realized that I had provoked much pain and
bitterness.
Without realizing it, she touched my
hair. Our son entered the room and said, Dad, it is time that you take
Mom to the door! For my son, seeing his father day after day carry her
mother to the door, that had become an essential part of his life. My
wife hugged him, I covered my face. I was afraid I changed my thinking
about divorce. And holding my wife in my arms to the door, it felt like
the first day of our wedding.
She stroked my neck soft and naturally. I
held her strong, just like our wedding night. I hugged her and did not
move, but she was so thin and that made me sad. The last day I just
hugged her and did not want to move, I told her I did not realize that
we had no privacy. Our son was at school. I drove to the office, I left
the car without closing the door, I climbed the stairs, Joan opened the
door, and I said, excuse me, sorry, I do not want to divorce my wife.
Joan looked at me and asked me if I had a fever. I said:
My wife and I love each other, it was
that we were doing everything as a routine and boring. We did not value
the details of our life since I started carrying her to the room. Joan
began to mourn, slapped me and closed the door. Going down the stairs, I
went in the car and went to the florist.
I bought my wife flowers. The girl in
the florist asked me what to write on the card? I told her to put: I
will carry you every morning until death parts us. I arrived at my house
with flowers in my hands and smile, and ran up the stairs; when I went …
I found my dead wife. My wife was battling cancer, and I was so busy
with Joan, so I did not realize. My wife knew she was dying and that is
why she asked for a month’s notice before the divorce, so that our son
will not have bad memories of divorce.
At least in my son’s eyes, the memory of
his father who was a good husband who loved his wife will stay. These
small details are what matters in a relationship, not the house, the
car, the money in the bank. All this only creates an environment that
you think will lead to happiness, but really … is not. Try to keep your
marriage happy, share this story on your wall, you may be saving a
marriage. All the stories of failure are equal; they give up when they
are about to enter to success. We do not know what we have until we lose
it…
If you are married or if you are still single, we hope this made you think a little.
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