A story for u and me~~
I got this from a fren of mine. I think it'll help somehow. Hey just make ur parents day. lets them read this . Tat'll refresh their relationship i think. ur dad might get a warning from ur mom but wat the heck. We;re clearly too young for this but just bear this story in mind. Dun commit adultery in the first place. This is how it goes:
''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 atequietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her knowwhat I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. Shedidn'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 thechopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew shewanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I couldhardly give her a satisfactory answer; i had lost my heart to a lovelygirl called Dew.
I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which statedthat 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 hadspent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I feltsorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not takeback what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expectedto see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea ofdivorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmerand clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writingsomething at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight tosleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventfulday with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the tablewriting. I just did not care so Iturned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't wantanything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. Sherequested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal alife as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in amonth's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our brokenmarriage. This was agreeable to me.
But she had something more, she asked me torecall 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 outof our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was goingcrazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her oddrequest. 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'thad any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitlyexpressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we bothappeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy inhis arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom tothe sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meterswith her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tellour son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put herdown 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 mychest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that Ihadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on herface, 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 intimacyreturning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life tome.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacywas growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier tocarry 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 fewdresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all mydresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenlyit 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, seeinghis father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of hislife. My wife gestured to our son to come close rand hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change mymind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walkingfrom the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; itwas just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I heldher 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. Then touched my forehead. Do you have afever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, Iwon't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and Ididn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love eachother any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my homeon our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does usapart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and thenslammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and droveaway. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowersfor my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. Ismiled and wrote:I'll carry you out every morning until deaths does 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 givehappiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things foreach other that build intimacy.
''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 atequietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her knowwhat I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly. Shedidn'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 thechopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew shewanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I couldhardly give her a satisfactory answer; i had lost my heart to a lovelygirl called Dew.
I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which statedthat 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 hadspent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I feltsorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not takeback what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expectedto see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea ofdivorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmerand clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writingsomething at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight tosleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventfulday with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the tablewriting. I just did not care so Iturned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't wantanything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. Sherequested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal alife as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in amonth's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our brokenmarriage. This was agreeable to me.
But she had something more, she asked me torecall 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 outof our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was goingcrazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her oddrequest. 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'thad any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitlyexpressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we bothappeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy inhis arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom tothe sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meterswith her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, don't tellour son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put herdown 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 mychest.. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that Ihadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on herface, 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 intimacyreturning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life tome.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacywas growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier tocarry 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 fewdresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all mydresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenlyit 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, seeinghis father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of hislife. My wife gestured to our son to come close rand hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change mymind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walkingfrom the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; itwas just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad.
On the last day, when I heldher 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. Then touched my forehead. Do you have afever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, Iwon't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and Ididn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love eachother any more. Now I realized that since I carried her into my homeon our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death does usapart. Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and thenslammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and droveaway. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowersfor my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. Ismiled and wrote:I'll carry you out every morning until deaths does 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 givehappiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things foreach other that build intimacy.
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