Thursday, February 9, 2012

A Story suited for Valentines Day

Hi guys, it will be Valentines Day next week. Happy Valentines Day to all of you!!! Have you already bought gifts for your special someone or set-up a dinner date? No? Well me too. Hehe. But I already have an idea. Well since Valentines Day is near, I want you all to read this heart-warming story. It is not written by me. My girlfriend sent it to me yesterday. We don't know who the author is but I still think it is worth sharing because it will give a good lesson to all of us. I hope that you will read it thoroughly. Here it goes...

Married or not… you should read this.

“When I got home that night as 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!


  1. buset ka lester pinaiyak mo ko! yan ako una nag comment. wala bang "super like box" dito? pakisabi sa GF mo thanks! it's worth reading talaga...

    1. sige po sabihin ko sa kanya...pasensya na...pero thanks sa pagbasa kahit medyo mahaba yung can share it if you like :)

    2. hehe sige po sabihin ko sa kanya...sensya na kung napaiyak kayo...pero salamat sa pagbasa kahit medyo mahaba yung story... you can share it if you like :)

  2. tsk. i had actual tears in my eyes after reading the last part, although i already had a thought of how the story would end. this is so beautiful.

    salamat sa gf mo'ng nag share. :)

    1. hehe thanks sa pagbasa at pagcomment ate can share it if you like...maganda nga yung kwento...mapapaiyak ka talaga pag tinutukan mo ang pagbabasa nung can share it if you like po.. :)

    2. yes i will. thanks for giving me the idea na ishare 'to, kasi actually, i cannot think of anything to blog as of this moment. haha. :D

  3. Worth sharing one, ang dami kong nalaman dito kahit wala pa akong asawa, balanga araw magagamit ko rin lahat ng natutunan ko

  4. Happy Valentine's sa inyo ng gf mo in advance, lez! Saan ang date? ;)

    Thanks pala sa pagdaan sa blog ko. Okei lang naman kahit nawala yung pindutan ko, tuloy pa din ang blogging at kulitan ;)

  5. hay, ill be spending it alone. so so so.

  6. Happy Valentine day~~

    Regards, (A Growing Teenager Diary) ..

  7. i love it touching..musta man valentines mo? Monetize mo na site mo kita

  8. Hi, Friend!
    Thanks for visiting and congratulations on your blog!
    Have a nice week!
    Warm regards from Brasil!

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  12. happy valentines my bro..

  13. Lester, belated happy valentine's day. How was your date?
    This is a great story. Unselfish love.

    Siyangapala, gusto ko rin ipaalam sa iyo na na-tag kita. Sana masagutan mo.