A Happy Marriage
Author Unknown
Mar 2 2009
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 a 30% stake in 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 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 on 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 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 requested 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 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 was 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 greying! 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, 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 had 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 the 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 the 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 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 does us part.
The small details of your lives are what matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the 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. Have a really happy marriage!
Meditation: “For the Lord God of Israel says That He hates divorce, For it covers one’s garment with violence,” Says the Lord of hosts. “Therefore take heed to your spirit, That you do not deal treacherously.” – Malachi 2:16
You Will Succeed in Jesus Name!
Also Read:
- Men in the Bible: A Large-Hearted and Accommodating Man
- The Benefits of Wisdom: Happiness
- The Northwestern Newspaper Story
- Father, Give Me My Share of the Estate
- Strayed from God, but Back in His Arms
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