I got this on the mail three weeks ago from a good friend Melanie of Life in Bellevue. She shared this story to me through emails and I was touched when I read it. I think this story has been passed around. I thought of posting it here and share it to you guys. Sometimes we missed to appreciate what we have until they are gone.

To those who are married,.. Not married .. and soon to be married


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,

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

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

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

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

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
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 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, and 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 do us

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

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.

The small details of your lives are what
really matter in a

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

If you don’t share this, nothing
will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a
marriage…. !