Married or not… you should read this.

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 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.”

  • Surinder Sharma

    Marital journey has its own specifically selective high & lows which are leveled by the continuity of mutually reciprocal understanding marital relationship. Roses & thorns of marital relationship are unique decor.which can never be divested from each other.
    Divorce may not be the panacea for incorrigible add on handicaps of any marital relationship as newer pastures might turn out be more hostile & incompatible.

  • Ritabrata Majumder

    It seemed very real until that sudden cancer thing happened. Damn, those are 3 mins I am not gonna get back.

  • aмarтya

    Didn’t see the coming form a 1000 miles

  • Deminem

    Inspiring. Sometimes we’re so busy in our routine life that forget the value of our family and friends. There’e few people in this world who are lucky enough to have such partners so appreciate and care about them.

    • Joe blow taxpayer

      Sometimes? No I’d say more like a majority.
      Its our culture.Materialistic,shallow,lack of culture in the individual etc.
      Flying through life,in a miserable self absorbed narcissist way.
      When one becomes aware of this then one appreciates anyone who has culture,isn’t into money/material.The u.s.dollar is unsound and dishonest which come to think of it fits the me generation/society.
      Perhaps this strange essay is designed to make people think for a change.

  • Bhat Tajamul

    you only need the light when it’s burning low
    Only miss the sun when it starts to snow
    Only know you love her when you let her go

    Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low
    Only hate the road when you’re missing home
    Only know you love her when you let her go

    • Joe blow taxpayer

      LoL…thats a great song..do you know the name of the band who put it out ?

      • Saurabh Adhikari


  • Khan Yazdani

    I want to make it a short film. From whom I should get the story permission?

  • Lucie aka Jessica

    Soooo… she kept a MAJOR health secret – the fact that she was DYING – from her husband, whom she was supposed to love. And we’re to wonder how these two wound up at a point of nearly divorcing?

    I doubt highly this story is real, but if it is, it is fucked up on 6 levels. If my husband ever kept something like this from me, I would be gutted. Her betrayal is as bad – if not worse than – his. Her betrayal cost them the chance to prepare their son, for her to prepare her husband… to prepare for all of the stuff that comes up when someone dies.

    How the fuck is this inspiring? This is just one spouse lying to the other while the other one lies right back.

    • Shaiqa Bushra

      How can she betray wen her husband was plannin to leave her… He had no more r8s ovr her

    • Fiona Brooks

      why he was leaving he had not payed attention to his wife he payed more attention to the woman he was cheating with the point of the story is people in relationships need to pay attention to each other than be selfish and think of themselves , there is two in a partnership and both partys needed to be in it 50/50 and heres the shocker someone dying of cancer yep pretty sure u would notice how ill they are he was to busy running out the door that he didnt notice at all because all he thought about was himself

    • Jean Johnson

      A lady with a mouth like I wouldn’t want Around ,I agree about about telling your husband till death do we part

  • Thalia Meriam

    It would work better as a morality tale if she dies from a sudden heart attack, because keeping a secret as large as cancer deliberately from the spouse you are promising to be with for the rest of your life is as shitty as having an affair. Equally impactful, but she is “clean,” rather than also hiding a ginormous secret that will upend the life of the whole family.

  • Vadivelu B

    A nice story and good message for who working for day and night for company as well as who falls in love with another girl without knowing their friends/family..