I don't know if somebody here already posted this story or if this is true but a friend posted this on my wall at FB so will share it on here too as I was touched..Hope you get something from here..
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 Dew. 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 Dew 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 Dew. 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 everyday 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 Dew 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 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 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.
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At last i finished my report 12:30AM! Look forward getting to this island tomorrow where i could relax and have fun with the waves..
simply happy!
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I was looking for a good novel to read in a Book Sale when a book entitled "Understanding the Man in Your Life" by H.N. Wright caught my attention..having failed twice in a relationship i came to think that maybe it failed because i really don't understand men..I grow up without a father as he died when i was five..there are two men in my family but they're distant.
Just wanted to share a few thoughts from the book about men..
Men are raised to take charge
but they cannot all be their own bosses.
Men are raised to be primary providers,
but they find they are now living during inflation and recession.
Men are raised to focus on achievement,
but success usually a momentary experience.
Men are raised to stand on their own,
but they need support systems.
Men are raised to express "strong" emotions,
but they often feel "weak" ones like fear and sadness too.
Men are raised to be team players,
but it's often "every man for himself."
Men are raised to be Daddy's Big Boy,
but expected to remain Mommy's Little Man.
Men are raised to be independent,
but urged to bond and nest.
Men are raised to follow their dreams,
but required to be realistic about security.
Women bend but men break...
feel free to comment..
Just saw this quotes & like it..
When you love
you get hurt.
When you get hurt
you hate.
When you hate
you try to forget.
When you try to forget
you start missing.
When you start missing
you fall in love again..!
In life Love is never planned
nor does it happen for a reason.
But when Love is real,
it becomes your Plan for life
and your reason for living.
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