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Community => General discussion => : hanorotu February 28, 2013, 01:41:43 PM
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I found this on facebook, normally I don't care but this is very true.
“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 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 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 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. ♥
Remember love is the richest of all treasures. Without it there is nothing; and with it there is everything. Love never perishes , even if the bones of a lover are ground fine like powder. Just as the perfume of sandalwood does not leave it, even if it is completely ground up, similarly the basis of love is the soul, and it is indestructible and therefore eternal. Beauty can be destroyed , but not love.
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That was deep man.
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That was deep man.
I know right. The feels bro
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I know right. The feels bro
(http://8th-circuit.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/500x262/feels.jpg)
No, but seriously now, if this is a true story it's fucking depressing as shit... Though it does have a good damn point.
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(http://8th-circuit.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/500x262/feels.jpg)
No, but seriously now, if this is a true story it's fucking depressing as shit... Though it does have a good damn point.
I doubt it's true. But hey, you never know.
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I thought the story would end in a threesome orgy or something..lol
Yes this story delivers a deep message and it is touching i must say, i could believe that this story was true but the way his wife dies make it untrue, cancer is a terrible disease and you don't die just like that one day.
Anyway i can understand what the author wants to prove. It was nice reading it.
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It was written by a very skilled writer. It is touching and makes its point well.
However, I think that there is always a reason for loosing intimacy and the little nice things in the first place. And that reason doesn't just go away with nothing.
I also doubt it is real. It is "too good" to be real. Too many coincidences (she dies on the very last day, right before he could tell her that he changed his mind; no clutter, that distracts from the main plot, etc) that are just there to make the story more neat.
But: Good story.
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It was written by a very skilled writer. It is touching and makes its point well.
However, I think that there is always a reason for loosing intimacy and the little nice things in the first place. And that reason doesn't just go away with nothing.
But at the same time, I can understand getting too caught up with life and forgetting about the little things and just throwing it all away. You have to find that spark again.
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Wow. I cried a little(lot).
As this is a "share and you'll advertise my profile." thing, it still seems to be something to go after.
Like, I think you get it. -1 for making good me cry, +1 for an awesome story. So I'll give you a +1.
Thx for sharing.
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Seen this before, actually makes you think about life. Doesn't just apply to marrige mates or the like, but pretty much everyone you have a relationship with (friends, family, etc). After a while we just take that relationship for granted and don't do anything to enforce it, just assuming it is there and always will be there. The little things in life is what can change it the most it seems.
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I've read this before, doesn't get any less sad. I like it. From a literary standpoint, it could have been written much better, but the author did a great job and it had a great sense of realism.
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+1 for a nice read.
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+1 for a nice read.
Both of our 420th posts. Light it up in celebration?
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Both of our 420th posts. Light it up in celebration?
Aha, sure thing :P
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Great post, +1 for it :)
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From a literary standpoint, it could have been written much better
What do you think could have been better?
(I am not defending, I am really asking, I am very interested in literature, but only feel competent in my mothertongue)
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What do you think could have been better?
(I am not defending, I am really asking, I am very interested in literature, but only feel competent in my mothertongue)
Well I'll drop the whole issue of typo's and grammatical error's for this one, considering it's clearly not a proffesional story or it would have been published.
The story begins very blatently and has absolutely no buildup at all. On top of that, the story starts out as if he's actually going to tell a story, not a series of events that are in chronological order. This is, however, a very good sign that this might actually be a real story.
The second thing I noticed, the sentence structure is very short and choppy, there is no real flow to the words. Every time your eyes see a period, it ends a thought in your brain, meaning that rather than a full scene being painted in your head, you are seeing bits and pieces of the big picture in short bursts. This is a somewhat hard concept to grasp for some, and is the downfall of many students in literature classes. Again, this also adds a sense that this may be a real story, but not by very much.
The story appears to be just a bunch of jumbled up thoughts, however I can't deny that it retains it's chronological order. Because of this, it would appear that the intended audience is actually the author himself. I've done this numerous times, especailly when I'm feeling particularily depressed. I would write down what had happened to make me feel so sad in a story-like form, it's great stress relief, for me at least.
The content of this story is very minimal, keeping strictly to the most necessary details. This may be one of 3 things: the story was intended for social networks and thus details were omitted to keep it short; the story was meant to be easy to read, so that everyone may enjoy it (or cry about it in this case); or that it was written without any particular consideration for detail. If it were the last one, it would be a very terrible mistake to make if it were truly written for entertainment purposes.
The story, whether it was real or not, was inteded to be an allegory (a story that teaches a lesson). While it effectively makes its point to all audiences, the method of which the "moral of the story" was reached was somewhat sloppy. This may require a bit of detail added, but with the proper wording the story could have made a major impact on the reader, rather than a "That was sad, consider my lesson learned."
These are just some of the things a professional would point out. In reality, a professional would probably look at the first line and toss it. Fill in the details and fix those choppy senteces, you might actually get the professional to read it. I'm no professional myself, but I know my way around the English language.
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Well I'll drop the whole issue of typo's and grammatical error's for this one, considering it's clearly not a proffesional story or it would have been published.
The story begins very blatently and has absolutely no buildup at all. On top of that, the story starts out as if he's actually going to tell a story, not a series of events that are in chronological order. This is, however, a very good sign that this might actually be a real story.
The second thing I noticed, the sentence structure is very short and choppy, there is no real flow to the words. Every time your eyes see a period, it ends a thought in your brain, meaning that rather than a full scene being painted in your head, you are seeing bits and pieces of the big picture in short bursts. This is a somewhat hard concept to grasp for some, and is the downfall of many students in literature classes. Again, this also adds a sense that this may be a real story, but not by very much.
The story appears to be just a bunch of jumbled up thoughts, however I can't deny that it retains it's chronological order. Because of this, it would appear that the intended audience is actually the author himself. I've done this numerous times, especailly when I'm feeling particularily depressed. I would write down what had happened to make me feel so sad in a story-like form, it's great stress relief, for me at least.
The content of this story is very minimal, keeping strictly to the most necessary details. This may be one of 3 things: the story was intended for social networks and thus details were omitted to keep it short; the story was meant to be easy to read, so that everyone may enjoy it (or cry about it in this case); or that it was written without any particular consideration for detail. If it were the last one, it would be a very terrible mistake to make if it were truly written for entertainment purposes.
The story, whether it was real or not, was inteded to be an allegory (a story that teaches a lesson). While it effectively makes its point to all audiences, the method of which the "moral of the story" was reached was somewhat sloppy. This may require a bit of detail added, but with the proper wording the story could have made a major impact on the reader, rather than a "That was sad, consider my lesson learned."
These are just some of the things a professional would point out. In reality, a professional would probably look at the first line and toss it. Fill in the details and fix those choppy senteces, you might actually get the professional to read it. I'm no professional myself, but I know my way around the English language.
Wow, thanks. +1 for this.
Although I think some of the things you mentioned might be intentional.
The author might have made it on purpose that it seems like it was a real story.
I'm no professional myself, but I know my way around the English language.
I believe you do. ;)
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Wow, thanks. +1 for this.
Although I think some of the things you mentioned might be intentional.
The author might have made it on purpose that it seems like it was a real story.
Yeah I do believe myself that some of it was intentional too, the story seems real enough but it's too good to be true.
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Yeah I do believe myself that some of it was intentional too, the story seems real enough but it's too good to be true.
Well, your wife you just fell in love with again just died.
That's not good.
But anyway, I totally agree.
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Well, your wife you just fell in love with again just died.
That's not good.
But anyway, I totally agree.
The story was too good, not the situation described.