Saturday, 30 April 2016

Cheating husband wanted a divorce until his wife did THIS

Cheating husband wanted a
divorce until his wife did THIS.
Her secret made me cry!


We present you a story that took the
Internet by a storm. Married or not, you
should read this! The story will show you
how important it is to appreciate and love
those close to you with all your heart —
while you’ve still got the chance…
“When I got home that night 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 about 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 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.
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 the 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 asked. 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 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 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 through 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.”


This story is so powerful and absolutely
amazing! And if you’re in a marriage that
feels doomed for failure, maybe you can find
your own way back together again