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[Angelwings]

MARRIAGE
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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 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 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.
>
> A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO
> LAST A LIFETIME.
>
> So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore
> what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew

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