Love is a thing

That's never

Out of season.

"NEVER CAGE YOUR LOVE,

LOVE IS LIKE A BIRD MEANT,

TO FLY HIGH IN THE SKY"

To those who are married, .. Not married ..

and soon to be

married

I KNOW THIS IS A BIT LONG FOR YOU ALL… BUT TRY TO READ IT…

ITS INTERESTING….

MARRIAGE

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 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, 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 Dew 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 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 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 everyday 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 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 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

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 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 Dew 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 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

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, Dew, 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 any more. 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.

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.

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.

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, blah..blah..blah. 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