The initial attraction in any relationship is often rooted in physical appearance. It is the spark that ignites a connection between two people. However, as time progresses and two individuals decide to commit to each other in marriage, physical appearance fades into the background. They will understand that what truly binds them together is their partner’s inner beauty and the emotional connection they share. This is when love transcends the superficial and deepens into something deeper.
But life is not always as straightforward as fairy tales would have us believe. There are times when people meet someone new whose physical beauty captivates them, causing them to momentarily question the commitment they made to their partner, the person who stood by them through thick and thin.
The following story serves as a poignant reminder of the complexities of love, marriage, and the enduring power of small gestures.
Regardless of whether you are married or not, you should read the following message.
That evening, as my wife served me dinner when I got home, I took her hand and whispered, “I have something to tell you.” She sat down and ate her dinner in peace. Her eyes were filled with sadness as I stared. I suddenly found it difficult to speak, but I had to let her know what I meant, “I want a divorce.” She quietly asked me, “Why,” without seeming offended by my statements. You’re not a man, are you?
We didn’t talk that night and she cried. She was curious what was going on with me.
It had something to do with our marriage, but I couldn’t say exactly what. She ended up breaking my heart because Joan was the second woman I had at the time. I no longer respected my wife, but I felt sorry for her. I drafted the divorce agreement with a strong sense of guilt and the result was that she got the house, the car, and 30% of our business.
She glanced at the contract before throwing it away. We had shared ten years of her life together, but now we were like complete strangers. I felt sorry for her because despite the passage of time her vitality remained constant. I loved Joan. Suddenly she started screaming. Now that I have a better understanding of the concept of divorce.
When I got home the next day, I sat at my desk and wrote. After a day with Juana, I skipped dinner and fell asleep right away. My wife was still writing at the table when I woke up. I didn’t mind and turned over to take another nap. My wife explained the terms of the divorce to me this morning. She didn’t want anything from me, but she demanded a month’s notice.
She urged me to pretend nothing happened for a month. She didn’t want to worry our son about our failed marriage because he had exams for a whole month. She wanted me to carry her to our room like the day we got married, so I agreed, but she also had another request. I believed he was crazy, but I understood that was enough.
We both felt terrible when I carried my wife to the front door on the first day because we hadn’t touched since I told her I was divorcing. Our cub followed us, cheering and announcing, “Daddy’s holding Mommy!” His remarks caused me much suffering.
When we moved the 10 meters, I carried my wife in my arms. Don’t tell our son about the divorce, she whispered quietly, closing her eyes. Then I started working. I took my own car to work. The next day we were both fine.
She was leaning against my chest and I could feel her clothes. I admitted I hadn’t researched it thoroughly. I came to the realization that our marriage had suffered noticeably because she was no longer so young and had some wrinkles and gray hair. I paused for a second and thought, “What have I done?” On the fourth day, I felt a rekindled heat between us. This woman gave me 10 years of her life. It did so on the fifth and sixth day. I kept quiet about Joan.
The month went by and it became easier to carry my wife every other day. I assumed I had gotten used to her size. One morning she was looking for clothes. She tried on a lot of clothes, but they were all too big. Then I realized that she was quite thin and that’s why I didn’t feel the weight of her body on me. I suddenly understood that I had caused a lot of suffering and resentment.
She accidentally touched my hair. When our child walked into the room, he remarked, “Dad, you should take Mom to the door.” My son’s daily experience of his father carrying his mother to the door became a key part of his life. My wife hugged him as I hid my face. I was concerned that I had changed my perspective on divorce. It felt like our wedding day as I carried my wife to the door in my arms.
She gave my neck a soft, natural touch. Just like on our wedding night, I hugged her tightly. She was incredibly thin and it made me sad as I hugged her motionless. On the last day, I just hugged her and remained motionless telling her that I didn’t realize we had no privacy. Our son was at school. I arrived at the office by car, climbed the stairs without locking the door, and said: “Excuse me, I’m sorry, but I don’t want to divorce my wife.” Joan then unlocked the door for me.
Joan looked at me curiously and asked if I had a fever. I said:
My wife and I adore each other, but the reason was that we acted monotonously and normally. Ever since I started bringing her into the room, we stopped appreciating the little details of our lives. After Joan slapped me and started crying, she closed the door. I climbed the stairs, got into my car, and drove to the flower shop.
I bought flowers for my wife. The flower shop employee asked me what to put on the card. I instructed her to write: Till death do us part, I will carry you every morning. Arriving at my house, I hurried up the stairs with flowers in my hands, grinned, and found my dead wife there. I was so preoccupied with Joan that I didn’t even realize that my wife was battling cancer. My wife asked for a month’s notice before the divorce because she knew she was dying and wanted to avoid leaving a terrible impression on our son.
The memory of his father being a decent husband who loved his wife will live on, at least in my son’s eyes. Not the house, the car, or the amount of money in the bank, but these little things are what make a relationship work. All of this only creates an atmosphere that, despite what you may believe, is not conducive to happiness. Try to maintain a happy marriage and post this story on social media. Maybe just to save the marriage. All failure stories involve people giving up just before they start to succeed. We don’t realize what we have until we lose something.
The love this woman had for her husband is just one example of the true blessings in life that we sometimes take for granted.
The story highlights the importance of valuing and nurturing the relationships we have and valuing the people who have stood by us through thick and thin. Love is not just a feeling; it’s a commitment—a commitment to stand by yourself, weather the storms of life, and bear the weight of love with grace and gratitude.
So, whether you’re married or not, take a moment to think about the true nature of love. It’s not just about grand gestures or material goods; it’s about true connection and a willingness to carry each other through life’s ups and downs. Love is not something to be taken lightly; it is a precious gift that should be cherished and cherished every day.