When I got home that night as my wife served me dinner, I grab her
hand and said “I have something to tell you.” She sat down and ate
quietly. I watched and saw the pain in her eyes. Suddenly I did not know
how to open my mouth, but I had to tell her what I was thinking: “I
want a divorce”. She did not seem upset by my words and asked me softly,
why? You’re not a man?
That night we did not talk, and she cried. She wanted to know what was happening to me …
-It was something with our marriage, but I could not answer what
exactly. It happened that she had lost my heart, and I had another woman
named Joan. I no longer loved my wife, but I pitied her. With a great
sense of guilt, I wrote a divorce agreement and with this agreement she
got the house, the car and 30% of our business.
She looked at the agreement and threw it away. She spent 10 years of her
life with me and now we were like strangers. I pitied her, for all the
lost time, energy was not the same but it could not change. I loved
Joan. Suddenly she started screaming. The idea of divorce was now
clearer to me.
The next day I came home and I found myself writing at the table. I did
not eat dinner and went to sleep, I was very tired having spent the day
with Juana. When I woke up, my wife was still writing at the table. I
did not mind, I turned around and continued sleeping. In the morning my
wife introduced me to divorce conditions: She did not want anything from
me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce.
She asked me for a month, we would have to live as if nothing
happened. Her reason was simple, our son had whole month of tests and
she did not want to bother him with our broken marriage. I agreed, but
she had another request: to agree upon me carrying her to our room like
the day we got married. I thought she was going crazy, but that this
alone was accepted.
My wife and I had no physical contact since I expressed my intention
to divorce, so when I took her to the front door the first day, we both
feel bad. Our son walked behind with clapping and saying: Dad is
carrying mom is his arms! His words gave me a lot of pain.
I walked the 10 meters with my wife in my arms. She closed her eyes
and said quietly: do not tell our son about the divorce. Then I went to
work. I drove alone to work. The second day, we were both more relaxed.
She leaned against my chest, I could feel the fragrance of her
blouse. I realized that I had not looked at it carefully. I realized she
was no longer so young, had some wrinkles, some gray hairs … that was
notable a damage of our marriage. For a moment I thought and I ask: what
was it I did? The fourth day, I felt some affection was returning
between us. This was the woman who gave me 10 years of her life. In the
fifth and sixth day, it continued to. I said nothing about Joan.
Every other day it was easier to carry my wife and month was
running. I thought I was getting used to her weight. One morning, she
was looking for what to wear. She had tried many dresses on, but all of
them were too big. It was then that I realized she was very thin, and
that was the reason that I did not feel her weight load. Suddenly I
realized that I had provoked much pain and bitterness.
Without realizing it, she touched my hair. Our son entered the room
and said, Dad, it is time that you take Mom to the door! For my son,
seeing his father day after day carry her mother to the door, that had
become an essential part of his life. My wife hugged him, I covered my
face. I was afraid I changed my thinking about divorce. And holding my
wife in my arms to the door, it felt like the first day of our wedding.
She stroked my neck soft and naturally. I held her strong, just like
our wedding night. I hugged her and did not move, but she was so thin
and that made me sad. The last day I just hugged her and did not want to
move, I told her I did not realize that we had no privacy. Our son was
at school. I drove to the office, I left the car without closing the
door, I climbed the stairs, Joan opened the door, and I said, excuse me,
sorry, I do not want to divorce my wife.
Joan looked at me and asked me if I had a fever. I said:
My wife and I love each other, it was that we were doing everything
as a routine and boring. We did not value the details of our life since I
started carrying her to the room. Joan began to mourn, slapped me and
closed the door. Going down the stairs, I went in the car and went to
the florist.
I bought my wife flowers. The girl in the florist asked me what to
write on the card? I told her to put: I will carry you every morning
until death parts us. I arrived at my house with flowers in my hands and
smile, and ran up the stairs; when I went … I found my dead wife. My
wife was battling cancer, and I was so busy with Joan, so I did not
realize. My wife knew she was dying and that is why she asked for a
month’s notice before the divorce, so that our son will not have bad
memories of divorce.
At least in my son’s eyes, the memory of his father who was a good
husband who loved his wife will stay. These small details are what
matters in a relationship, not the house, the car, the money in the
bank. All this only creates an environment that you think will lead to
happiness, but really … is not. Try to keep your marriage happy, share
this story on your wall, you may be saving a marriage. All the stories
of failure are equal; they give up when they are about to enter to
success. We do not know what we have until we lose it…
If you are married or if you are still single, we hope this made you think a little.
