May 31, 2007

FOR THOSE THAT MARRIED

For all those Married, Dating or thinking of marriage out there!!!

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, she had lost my heart to Dew. I did'nt 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 did'nt 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 did'nt 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 realised 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 had'nt 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on
our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do 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 your lives are what really matter in a
the bank, blah..blah..blah. 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!


I decided to share this with my friends out there so that we can pick some moral in this story. Don't have to be that bad before we conduct an audit on our marriage and ask the Lord for fresh wine for today and always. Please pray for those whose relationships are going through tough times, may the Lord renew their love and send help to them where it matters.

14 comments:

Jola Naibi said...

Beautiful...a lot of people (men and women) need to read this. Thanks for sharing!

Yummy Mummy said...

I second what Jola naibi said. This is lovely.

Nija wife, you obviously have a thing for marriages, maybe you should become a marriage counsellor. No Kidding! Thanks for this.

Ugo Daniels said...

Dang, its when i read posts like this that i feel a sudden urge to go get married.

Oh! that woman displayed a rare quality in women. Others would have simply taken the divorce offer and trutted off.

God bless all women like her.

Hope y'all married women don't mind my gatecrashing into ya discussions.

Naija Vixen said...

Oh this is so beautiful...marriages need to be worked on...and the little details thrashed out...this brought tears to my eyes.

Papa Shongo said...

Truly a lovely story. I think that communication is always essential when 2 people decide to be together married or not. This is necessary in order to keep the flame that brought you together burning...;-)

Lady A said...

Wow...that was really beautiful. Man, that was very touching.

Waffarian said...

Heheheheh,I wan laugh die for here! Naijawife, it is lovely, very nice, but I no know, as I just think of our naija man, with im agbada for early morning, dey stumble, dey try carry im naija wife wey heavy pass cement bag, laugh begin kill me, abeg, sorry heheheh, make I do, comot, heheheh

Sherri said...

seriously!
i don't find it beautiful at all.
it looks and sound nice but it's typical crap a man will write to boost his ego.he didn't seem remorseful for his infidelity, he ignored his wife's apparent pain, he didn't take any thot of his son!i cringed at her request!from his description, she has been reduced to a shadow of herself, now, what kind of a marriage is that? no woman should subject herself to this kind on mental abuse and torture. once a woman realizes her value she will not cling to anyone who does not value or honor her..

~Mimi~ said...

that was sweet.

t said...

This is a beautiful story.

Theresa111 said...

This is a beautiful story.

As I am new to the community, perhaps you will come by to visit me too.

londonnaijachic said...

made me cry!

catwalq said...

i hope the wife was gone by the time his stupid arse got there. Nonsense!!!

only sheri had a comment that mirrored my views. this is the typical type of bullshit that men dish up but cannot eat. If she had come home and said she wanted a divorce because she had fallen in love with someone else, the whole nation would have blown up in a fiery ball. like my people will say. Osi ni gbogbo iyen.

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