30 Days of Carrying My Wife.
When I got home one night, as my wife was serving dinner I held her hand and said ” I want a divorce” she wasn’t touched by my words. She asked me Why, but I avoided the question. She shouted “You are not a man” and we didn’t talk that night. I didn’t love her anymore, I started to love Jane. I drafted a divorce deal where she could keep 30% of my company, the house and the car, she tore it to pieces. And finally cried in front of me, I felt sorry for her wasted time.
The next day I got home late and went straight to bed. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but requested that for the next month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month, and she didn’t want to distract him with a broken marriage. She also asked me to turn back time and carry her every day out of our bedroom, as I did on our wedding day. I thought she was going crazy, but I accepted her odd request.
We were both pretty cold when I carried her out on the first day, but our son was happy “Daddy is holding mommy in his arms!” She softly said, “Don’t tell our son about the divorce.” I nodded. The second day wasn’t like the first, she leaned on my chest, and I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t really looked at this woman for a long time, there were wrinkles on her face, and her hair was graying! For a minute I thought what I had done to her. On the fourth day, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. As the month went by, and I realized that she was getting very thin. One morning I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at that moment and said, “Dad, it’s time to carry mom out!” To him, seeing his father carry his mother out had become an important part of every morning. I carried her in my arms, and her hand naturally wrapped around my neck. I held her body tightly, just like on our wedding day. On the last day, when I held her in my arms, I could hardly move a step. I knew what I had to do.
I went to Jane’s place and said, “I’m sorry, Jane, but I do not want to divorce my wife anymore”. It all became very clear to me. I bought a bouquet of flowers for my wife on my way home, with a note “I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart”. I got home, flowers in my hands, and a big smile on my face.
But my wife had died in her sleep while I was away. She’d been fighting cancer for a few months now, but I was too busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon, but wanted to save me from a negative reaction from our son. In the eyes of our son, I would still appear to have been a loving husband. I carried her out for the last time…
The small details of our lives, that I initially thought were boring and unimportant, are what really matters in a relationship. So find time to be your lover’s friend.
