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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 outsidethe 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 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 thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....



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. 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.

Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.

By Kimmies Floral

Good work is not cheap and cheap work is not good.

She felt he loved her the most when it seemed to him she loved him the least.

Nothing good comes easy....and nothing that comes easy is good.
Good things don't end......unless they end badly!
I have been called worse-by better!

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Good work is not cheap and cheap work is not good.

She felt he loved her the most when it seemed to him she loved him the least.

Nothing good comes easy....and nothing that comes easy is good.
Good things don't end......unless they end badly!
I have been called worse-by better!

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post #2 of 30

A sad story that involves buying flowers and encourages you to do so, written by a floral business.

Huh.

"Don't confuse tyranny with losing."
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"Don't confuse tyranny with losing."
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post #3 of 30

Wow.

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I think it's pretty messed up she didn't bother to tell her family about her terminal cancer, personally. I'm thinking the dude's cheating wasn't the only issue in the relationship.

"Don't confuse tyranny with losing."
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"Don't confuse tyranny with losing."
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post #5 of 30
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Originally Posted by RabbitMage 

I think it's pretty messed up she didn't bother to tell her family about her terminal cancer, personally. I'm thinking the dude's cheating wasn't the only issue in the relationship.


Dude you don't get it at all.

She loved her son so much that she wanted his last memories of his parents to be good ones. Not the hated ones that can come with a divorce.

The husband was a dkhead for what he did. He needed to take a good look at what he was loosing by leaving the woman he had loved and had a child with. But no, it was much easier to move on to something "new" than than trying to fix problems they had.

Maybe the wife was wrong not telling about her cancer. But that too is a personal choice I hope you never have to make. To share or not to share our disease is up to us only. She probably knew that he would have walked out faster and not stuck around to support his son.

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Through time .. and space .. each faith .. and race.. let there be peace! http://www.peaceful-spirit.org/
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post #6 of 30

If I were that woman... I would do the same.... managing everyone elses pain is harder than managing my own... I loved the story... thanks...

A very heartwarming tale...

I like the to death do us part thing... super nice and edgey.

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post #7 of 30
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Originally Posted by CoyoteMagic 
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Originally Posted by RabbitMage 

I think it's pretty messed up she didn't bother to tell her family about her terminal cancer, personally. I'm thinking the dude's cheating wasn't the only issue in the relationship.


Dude you don't get it at all.


It's emotional schlock written by a floral business to try and convince us in a not-so-subtle way to buy flowers. It's not even a well-written story.

I'm a big wuss, trust me. I can provide you a long list of the things I will tear up over. In public. In front of other people.

Stories like this that exist to play on emotions as a marketing strategy make me emotional, but that emotion is usually annoyance or anger as opposed to whatever the author intended.

Example: I'm writing a post about the effectiveness of this story instead of buying flowers for my S.O., just in case they are secretly dying of cancer that they should have told me about months ago.

"Don't confuse tyranny with losing."
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"Don't confuse tyranny with losing."
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post #8 of 30
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Originally Posted by RabbitMage 
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Originally Posted by CoyoteMagic 
Quote:
Originally Posted by RabbitMage 

I think it's pretty messed up she didn't bother to tell her family about her terminal cancer, personally. I'm thinking the dude's cheating wasn't the only issue in the relationship.


Dude you don't get it at all.


It's emotional schlock written by a floral business to try and convince us in a not-so-subtle way to buy flowers. It's not even a well-written story.

I'm a big wuss, trust me. I can provide you a long list of the things I will tear up over. In public. In front of other people.

Stories like this that exist to play on emotions as a marketing strategy make me emotional, but that emotion is usually annoyance or anger as opposed to whatever the author intended.

Example: I'm writing a post about the effectiveness of this story instead of buying flowers for my S.O., just in case they are secretly dying of cancer that they should have told me about months ago.


Could be just a marketing technique, but either way I believe it holds a good message behind it too upon inspection. Not saying I'll buy flowers, there are hundreds of things I or anyone else could do for their SO. If buying flowers does encourage some, so be it, divorce does destroy quite a few families (note the 50% divorce rate, and the children who feel lost or talk about how badly they hate their parents being divorced/fighting). I've seen it up close, with my parents, aunts, uncles, cousins, and some people I've been around. In my family, it generally didn't make a whole lot of difference for some reason, but there were a few differences for sure.

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Fourth generation poultry breeder focusing on Kraienköppe- the breed that won my heart and replaced all others on my farm.
http://www.freewebs.com/dtsfowl/

 

Interested in poultry showing? Live in Mississippi or a nearby state? Check out the Mississippi Poultry Show Club

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post #9 of 30

I don't buy flowers.  I grow my own.

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Married to the old dude, 0 human kids, 2 horses, 4 cockatiels, 2 parakeets,  1 Blue Front Amazon, 1 Yellow Head Amazon,  1 eccentric peacock, 1 gsd, 1 pet terrapin, 1 Blue Copper Maran rooster, and 13 world famous Jersey Giants!

 

 

Stan the Man will be missed.

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post #10 of 30

I think it's a telling tale, no matter what the reason for it.  Anyone who has suffered with the death of a marriage can relate to it - and I hope those of you who haven't never have to endure it.  If only flowers could heal a heart broken in such a manner.

-Ann, a gardening beek who now has chickens:  3 BRs, 2 BOs , 3 GLWs, 3 RIRs, 3 EEs and a Bantam EE Roo who doesn't know he's small!

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-Ann, a gardening beek who now has chickens:  3 BRs, 2 BOs , 3 GLWs, 3 RIRs, 3 EEs and a Bantam EE Roo who doesn't know he's small!

Come visit The Easy Garden for answers to your gardening questions - big or small.  We dig dirt!
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