The husband suddenly wanted to get divorced - was shocked by his wife's reaction: the last line broke my heart
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"When I got home in the evening as my wife was serving dinner, I held her hand and said, 'I have something to say to you.' She sat down and ate quietly. Again, I noticed the pain in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to tell her what I was thinking. I wanted to get a divorce. I raised the issue gently.
My words didn't seem to bother her, instead she asked me softly, 'Why?'
I dodged her question. It annoyed her. She threw the cutlery and yelled at me, "You're not a man!". That night we didn't talk to each other. She cried. I know she wanted to know what happened to our marriage. I didn't like her anymore, I just felt sorry for her.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement that said she could get the house, the car, and 30% of my company.
She looked at the document and then ripped it apart. The woman who spent 10 years living with me became a stranger to me. I felt grief for her wasted time, for the energy and resources I could not repay, but I could not repay what I said - that I love Jane. In the end, she began to cry in front of me, which is what I expected to happen. For me, her cry was a kind of release. The idea of divorce was with me for weeks and now it seems perfectly clear.
The next day, I came home late and saw her write something. I didn't have dinner, but went straight to bed and fell asleep very quickly because I was tired after a day full of events with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still at the table, still writing. I didn't care and I just turned around and went to sleep.
In the morning, she introduced me to her divorce terms: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before signing the agreement. This month, she asked that we both make an effort to live a normal life as much as
possible. Her reasons were simple: Our son has an exams period this month and she doesn't want our marriage problems to distract and interfere him.
She asked that every day during the month I would pick her up from the bedroom and the front door every morning. I thought she was crazy. Just so that our last days together were tolerable I agreed to her strange request.
I told Jane about my wife's divorce terms. She laughed out loud thinking it was ridiculous. No matter what tricks she tries, she has to deal with the fact that we are divorcing.
My wife and I haven't touched each other since I told her I wanted to get a divorce. So when I picked her up from the bedroom on day one, we were both clumsy and it looked ridiculous. Our son clapped hands behind us, "Dad holds mom in his hands", his words caused me great pain. From the bedroom to the living room and then to the door, I walked more than 11 feet with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly, 'Don't tell our son about the divorce', I nodded, feeling some anger. I put her out the door. She waited for the bus to take her to work. I went to the office alone.
On the second day we both behaved in a lighter way. She leaned against my chest. I could smell the pleasant smell of her shirt. I realized I hadn't looked closely at this woman in a long time. I realized that she was no longer young. There were slight wrinkles on her face, her hair starting to go gray! Our marriage has taken a toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I was doing to her.
On the fourth day, when I picked her up, I felt a sense of intimacy coming back to me. This is the woman who gave me 10 years of her life.
On the fifth and sixth days, I felt the sense of intimacy growing. I didn't tell Jane about it. The more days went on, the easier it was for me to lift and carry her. Maybe this daily exercise strengthened me.
She chose what to wear one morning. She measured a few dresses but didn't find one she liked. Then she sighed, 'All my dresses no longer fit.' Suddenly I realized that she was very skinny, which is why I had it easier to lift her every day.
Suddenly it hit me. She buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Unconsciously, I reached out and touched her head.
At that moment our son came into the room and said, "Dad, it's time to take Mommy out". For him, seeing his dad carry his mom has become a vital part of his life. My wife motioned my son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I looked away because I was afraid I might regret it at the last minute. So I picked her up in my arms, walked to the living room, through the hall, with her hand around my neck, soft and cozy. I held her tight, just like in our wedding day.
But her lean body made me sad. On the last day, holding her in my arms, I could barely move one step. Our son has already gone to school. I held her tight and said, "I noticed we lacked intimacy our life."
I drove to the office.. I got out of the car quickly without locking the door. I was scared that any delay would make me change my mind.. I went up the stairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, "Sorry Jane, I don't want to get a divorce anymore."
She looked at me, shocked, and then touched my forehead, "Do you have a fever?" she asked. I took her hand off my forehead. Sorry Jane, I said, I won't divorce. Our marriage was probably boring because I didn't appreciate the little things in our lives, not because we didn't like each other. Now I realize that since I picked her up on our wedding day, I'm supposed to hold her until death separates us apart.
Suddenly Jane looked alert. She slapped me hard and slammed the door with tears. I went downstairs and drove away.
At a flower shop on the way home, I bought a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The seller asked me what to write on the greeting card. I smiled and told her to write, 'I'll raise you in my arms and carry you until death separates us.'
That evening I got home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, and ran up the stairs, only to find my wife in bed - dead.
My wife fought cancer for months and I was too busy with Jane to notice it. She knew she was dying and she wanted to save me from our son's negative reaction in case we did get divorced. At least in our son's eyes - I am a loving and good husband.
The little details in your life are really the ones that matter in a relationship. It's not the estate, the car, the territory, the money in the bank. All of these create an environment that contributes to happiness, but cannot provide happiness on their own. So find time to be your wife's best friends and do these little things for each other, the things that build intimacy. This is how you will have a truly happy marriage!
If you don't share these things, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, then maybe you've saved your marriage.
Many failures in life are of people who did not realize how close they were to success when they decided to give up."
You never know what you have in your hands until it's too late. Don't forget to appreciate what you have as long as you have it.
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