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You don't know what you've got. Until it's gone. Found on FB. Gave me feels.. When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, Sheld her hand and said, I' g

Until it's gone.

Found on FB. Gave me feels.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner,
Sheld her hand and said, I' 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 Iwas thinking. Iwant a
divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She didn' t seem to be
annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
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. Ijust 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. sorry for her wasted time, resources
and energy but I could not take back what I had said for
Iloved 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 Iwas tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When Awoke up, she was still there at the table
writing. Ijust did not care so Iternet 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.
Ilold 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, Chalked 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! Bur marriage had taken its toll on
her. For a minute Woundered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, 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. Iternet my face away because Iwas afraid
I might change my mind at this last minute. Athen 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. Iwas afraid any delay would make me
change my mind... Chalked 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, Iwon' 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
Quarried 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 -dend. My wife had been fighting CANCER for
months and Iwas 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 through with the divorce.- At
least, in the eyes of our SC) n- 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
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!
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Yeah... okay that one got me.
Yeah... okay that one got me.
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#8 - anon
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this is a rip off of a fanfiction
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I thumbed it up.
I thumbed it up.
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I didn't ask for this
I didn't ask for this