Sunday, May 1, 2016

Divorces nowadays are no longer unusual, but the divorce this man is anything but normal. What starts as an unusual experiment, ends with an unexpected bang. Anyone reading to the end, can learn something about the nature of love. But be careful: handkerchiefs keep ready!

When I came home one night and my wife brought the food, I took her hand and said, "I want a divorce." She was not applied, but asked me quietly to the ground. I answered evasively, and that made her angry. She let the chopsticks fall and shouted: "You're not a real man!" That night we did not talk. She cried. I knew she was looking for a reason for our failed marriage, but I could not give it to her; she had lost me Jane. I no longer loved her. I regretted only!

Guiltily I sat on the divorce papers and made her in the house, the car and a 30-percent stake of my company. She made an angry face and tore the letter. The woman who had spent 10 years of her life with me had become a stranger to me. I was sorry that she had invested so much time, energy and resources into the marriage, but I could not take back what has been said. Finally she broke before me in tears, what I expected from the outset, and the divorce now seemed more real.

When I arrived late the next day from work to home, she sat at the table writing. I did not eat anything, but went straight to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning she called me her conditions for divorce: You did not ask anything from me, but asked me to continue living together with their normal the next month. Their reason: Our son had a month before are important tests, and they did not want to burden him with divorce.

They also asked me to think back on our wedding anniversary and as I had then carried across the threshold into the bedroom. From now on I should wear them for a month every morning from the bedroom to the door sill. I thought she was crazy, but to make our last days together bearable I agreed.

The first day we were both very awkward when I was out, but our son clapped her hands in delight and sang: "Papa keeps Mama in her arms!" His words triggered a feeling of pain in me. I wore them out of the bedroom, the living room and then to the door. She closed her eyes and said gently: "Tell our son nothing of the divorce." I nodded and put them out in front of the door.

On the 2nd day we were not so clumsy. She snuggled up to my chest, and I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I had this woman for a long time no longer considered consciously. She was no longer young. Her face showed little wrinkles and her hair was graying! Our marriage had left her tracks. For a moment I wondered what I had done to her.

When I picked her up on the 3rd day, I felt a sense of familiarity return: This was the woman who had given me 10 years of her life. On 4th and 5th day I felt this familiarity is becoming stronger. it was about the month always easier to carry, and suddenly I realized that it was narrower.

One morning I became aware suddenly of how much pain and bitterness they had to endure, and without thinking, I reached out his hand and stroked her head. At the moment our son came in and said, "Dad, it's time to get out Mama carry!" For him, it had become a solid morning ritual that his father also was the mother. My wife took him to her and closed it firmly in his arms. I turned away because I was afraid I might change my mind. I held her in her arms and her hand instinctively covered my neck. I held her tightly - as on our wedding day.

When I held her in his arms on the last day, I could not. I knew what I had to do. I went to Jane's apartment, climbed the stairs and said, "I'm sorry, Jane, but I do not want to separate me from my wife."

Suddenly everything was clear to me: I had my wife carried on their wedding day over the threshold and had to hold on "until death do us part". On the way home I bought a bunch of flowers for my wife, and when I asked the saleswoman what she should write to the card, I smiled and said: "I will carry out every morning until death do us part."

With flowers in hand and a big smile on the face I got home. But my wife had died in his sleep while I was away. It turned out that she had been suffering from cancer for months, but I was too busy with Jane to notice it. She had known she would die soon and wanted - not jeopardize the relationship between me and my son - in case of divorce. So I would still be a loving husband at least in his eyes. I wore them last time out ...

Sometimes you realize what you had, when it is too late. Perhaps we should remember back before the final break of the day on which one has fallen in love with the people. In any case lies a valuable lesson in this tragic story. Share it with your friends!

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