Married or not you should read this… 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

That evening, when my wife came home from dinner, I took her hand and said, "I have something to tell you." He sat down and ate in silence. I saw the hurt in his eyes again.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to tell him what I thought. I want to divorce. I broached the subject calmly.

He seemed annoyed by my words and gently asked me why?

I avoided his question. This angered him. He threw the stick and shouted at me, you are not a man! We didn't talk to each other that night. He was crying. I knew she wanted to know what happened to our marriage. But I could not give him a satisfactory answer; he lost my heart to jane. I don't love him anymore. I just felt sorry for him!

Feeling guilty, I drafted a divorce agreement that said she could own our house, car, and 30 percent of my company.

She looked at him and cut him to pieces. The woman who spent ten years of her life with me has become a stranger. I regretted his waste of time, resources, and energy, but I loved Jane so much that I couldn't take it back. In the end, she cried out loud in front of me, which was all I could see. For me, her crying was a kind of weakness. The idea of divorce, which had been troubling me for weeks, now seemed more certain and definite.

The next day I came home very late and found him writing on the table. I didn't eat dinner, but I was tired after an eventful day with Jane, so I went straight to bed and fell asleep very quickly.

When I woke up, he was still writing at the table. I just didn't care, I turned and went back to sleep.

In the morning, he presented the terms of the divorce: he did not want anything from me, but it was necessary to give a month's notice before the divorce. During that month, we both wanted to fight to live as normal a life as possible. His reason was simple: our son took his exams a month later, and he didn't want our broken marriage to bother him.

I liked it. But she had something else and she asked me to recall how she was escorted to the bridal suite on her wedding day.

Every morning for a month, she asked to be delivered to her door from her bedroom. I thought he was going crazy. To endure our last days together, I accepted his strange request.

I told Jane about my wife's divorce situation. . He laughed out loud and thought it was absurd. He sneered that he had to face the divorce by any means.

My wife and I have had no physical contact since our desire for divorce was made public. So when I took her on the first day, we both looked awkward. My son clapped after us and hugged his parents. His words brought me pain. I walked ten meters from the bedroom to the living room and then to the door with my arms around her. He closed his eyes and said softly; Don't tell my son about the divorce. I nodded, a little annoyed. I put him outside the door. He went to work to wait for the bus. I went to the office alone.

The second day we both played more easily. He leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of his shirt. I realized that I had not looked closely at this woman for a long time. I realized that he was not young. Fine lines appeared on his face and his hair turned gray! Our marriage took a toll on him. I wondered for a minute what I had done to him.

On the fourth day, when I picked her up, I felt the intimacy coming back. This is the woman who gave me ten years of her life.

On the fifth or sixth day, I realized that our intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about it. As the months passed, it became easier to carry. Maybe the daily exercise made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on several dresses but couldn't find the right one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown. I suddenly realized that he had become very thin, which was the reason why he was easier to carry.

Suddenly, it hit me...she had so much pain and bitterness in her heart. I subconsciously reached out and touched his head.

My son came in at that moment and said, "Dad, it's time to take mommy." For him, seeing his father accompanying his mother has become an integral part of his life. My wife beckoned our son to come closer and hugged her tightly. I turned away, afraid that he might change his mind at the last moment. Then I put my arms around her and walked from the bedroom through the living room to the hallway. His arms wrapped around my neck in a soft and natural way. I held her body tight; it was just like our wedding day.

But her weight loss made me sad. The last day

r tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.

I drove to the office... jumped out of the car quickly 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 don't want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, amazed, 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 married 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 wake up suddenly. 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 ran 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 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, the 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!