--A Must Read Mail--

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vinayachandran · Posted: 10 August 2007, 11:07 am Post subject: --A Must Read Mail--

A MUST READ FOR ALL MARRIED COUPLES AND AN EYE- OPENER FOR THE YET to...

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
didnÂ¢t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage.
But I could h ardly give her a satisfactory answer; she
had lost my heart to a lovely girl called Dew. I
did'nt 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 did'nt 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 months time and she did'nt 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 ab out 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; donÂ¢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 hadnÂ¢t looked at this
woman carefully for a long time. I realised 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
bitter ness 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 had'nt noticed that our
life lacked intimacy.

I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly
without locking the door. I was afra id 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. 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
realise 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.

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, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.

- Author unknown -

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