Saturday, September 4, 2010

To All Married Couples And Singles Who Intend To Get Married...

     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 ; I had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. 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, 30% shares of my company and the car. 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 Dew so dearly.

     Finally she cried loudly infront 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 Dew. 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 sturggle 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 our bridal room on our wedding day. She reqested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy.  Just to make our last days together, bearable...I accepted her odd request.

     I told Dew 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 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 mummy 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 anymore. 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 Dew about this. It become 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 frown 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 mum 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry Dew," I said, "I do not want to divorce anymore."
     She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead, "Do you have a fever?" She said. I moved her hand off my head, "Sorry Dew, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I 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 does us apart."

     Dew 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."

     The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters. 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 !



  1. Do you know something? Your story goes so well with the song, While I'm Waiting (Fireproof Remix)-John Waller.. It just brought tears to my eyes..
    How timely your story came.. I was wondering if I should put another part of me to be in love fully..

  2. Hey, I am back.. :) Anyway, just dropping by to re-read your story again.. Yeah, and I just share about why your story meant so much to me here on this link If you are free, do check it out..

    And, here is the other link to which I wrote after I listened to the song with the painted story of which you had written. Check it out too if you are free, okay?

  3. Wow! This made me cry. What an inspirational story and SO true about the little things!

  4. Really touchy story. It again proves the fact that small gestures matter a lot and love is about materialism.

    In your story, the husband realized his mistake soon which is good.

  5. @krislin : hey syra, I checked your said link,
    its too good. thank you for sharing ! :)

    @ Jill welllington : hello Ms.Jill, thank you so much for ur encouraging comment.It means a lot to me! always waiting for ur comments. :)

    @ Manoj Wadhwa : Yes Manoj, in real life small things matter the most. Thank you for ur visit and comment ! :)

  6. @ eva : thank you so much eva for your kind words.

  7. Wow, that was a really beautiful story. The family came to life for me and I will miss them.

  8. @The Journey to Wealth

    thank you so much for your visit and comment !
    keep coming :)

  9. Whosoever you are, I might turn a blind eye after I post my comment but graceful writing is what i appreciate and fall in similar lines . Good work indeed!

    All the very best and keep writing beautifully,
    Vishal Rawal

  10. Hello Vishal,

    very nice comment, It means a lot to me ! Thank you so much for your inspires me to give my best.

    Thanks for your visit n comment !
    keep coming back :)

  11. Heart touching.... i have tears in my eyes after gone through it.....

  12. Awsome story.. Very touching.... Keep up the good work...


  13. @anonymous & @anonymous (Madhukar)

    Thank you for visiting and expressing your views !