Marriage

The article was sent thru email to me. From unknown source………

After reading this, my heart has just been struck of something I just couldn’t fathom.…
I’m not yet married but my unfathomable emotional side goes to those who are married people already who have been experiencing ups and down in their marriage.

The story seemed unbelievable and has a very idealistic form of reconciliation. In some degree, practical though and may not be applicable to many, but the message the story conveyed was so clear.

I learned that, not neglecting to have time with each other regardless how busy you are, building intimacy and communicating constantly are what really matter in a relationship. I think these are elements in having a fruitful marriage or relationship that every couple should always take into account.

That’s it. Anyway, I just love this line, “I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart”

Sharing this to you…..Here it is……..

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To those who are married… not married… and soon to be married … and those who decide to end what should not be given an ending.... and those who could still save the relationship they had....

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MARRIAGE

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held herhand and said, I've g ot something to tell you. She sat down and atequietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.

Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to lether 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 mesoftly , why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw awaythe chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, wedidn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to findout what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her asatisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love heranymore. I just pitied her!

With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement whichstated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of mycompany.

She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman whohad spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I feltsorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not takeback what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudlyin front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry wasactually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed mefor several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writingsomething at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleepand fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.

When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I justdid not care so I turned over and was asleep again.

In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn'twant 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 normala life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in amonth'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 askedme to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.

She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry herout of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she wasgoing crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted herodd request.

I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, shehas to face the divorce, she said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorceintention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy isholding mummy 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 tenmeters 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 puther 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 thatI 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 hairwas 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 herlife to me.

On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense ofintimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this.. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everydayworkout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite afew dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.. I suddenly realized that she had grown sothin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitternessin her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.

Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carrymum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become anessential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closerand hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid Imight 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. Herhand 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 Iheld her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone toschool. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our lifelacked intimacy.

I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly withoutlocking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, Ido not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Doyou have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, Isaid, I won't divorce.. My marriage life was boring probably because sheand I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't loveeach 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.

Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and thenslammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and droveaway.

At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowersfor my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiledand wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.

The small details of your lives are what really matter in arelationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in thebank, blah..blah.. blah. These create an environment conducive forhappiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to beyour spouse's friend and do those little things for each other thatbuild 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.

------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- ---- ----- --------- --------- ------- A “HAPPY” AND SUCCESSFUL MARRIAGE IS WHEN ONE SUFFERS ANDENDURES ON BEHALF OF THE OTHER… TAKING TURNS WHO WILL BETHE ‘HORIZONTAL AND VERTICAL BAR OF THE ‘CROSS’… MAKING SURECHRIST IS THE ‘NAIL’ THAT MAKE THE CROSS INTACT… ‘TILL DEATH DO US PART…’ (1 CORINTHIANS 13)