beauty lies in the eyes of the beholden: 2008

Hi Guys... i got this story over a bulletin board on Friendster. it was posted by one of my high school classmates... this is a good story to read that is why i wanna share it. Enjoy reading!

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; I had
lost my heart to a lovely girl called
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, 30% shares
of my company and the car. 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 months 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.

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 Dew about
this. It became easier to carry her
as the month slipped by. Perhaps the
everyday of carrying her 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
mum 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.
Dew opened the door and I said to
her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the
divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then
touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my
head. Sorry, Dew, 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 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 does us
apart.

Dew 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'

The small details of our lives are
what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, the
property, the bank balance that
matters. 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!

Relationships are made not to
exploit, not to be broken.

We teach some by what we say
We teach some more by what we do
But we teach most by what we are

You don't get to choose how you are
going to die, or when, but, you can
decide how you are going to live, here
and now.

Remember:
people will forget what you said ...
people will forget what you did ...
but people will never forget how you
made them feel ...

A devoted wife had spent her lifetime
taking care of her husband. Now he had
been slipping in and out of a coma for
several months, yet she stayed by his
bedside every single day. When he came
to his senses, he motioned for her to
come near him.
As she sat by him, he said, "You know
what? You have been with me all
through the bad times. When I got
fired, you were there to support me.
When my business failed, you were
there. When I got shot, you were by my
side. When we lost the house, you gave
me support. When my health started
failing, you were still by my side.
You know what?"

"What, my dear?" she asked gently.

"You're a goddamn jinx!"

Remember:

Laughter is the best medicine!
Have a nice day.