A Little Something on Marriage

This was something sent in one of the groups that I am a member with. And as I read it - it really touched my heart. And I wanted to pass it along. I don't know for sure the source, as I looked it up I found several different versions. Anyway I hope it touches your heart as well.
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MARRIAGE

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 our bridal room on our wedding
day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out
of our bedroom to the front door every 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 any more. 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 19:6