got this from a friend, i think im guilty of this

Please read to the end!!!!!
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 should both
struggle to live a normal 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 every
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 relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in
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!
If you do share this, you just might save a marriage.

@ topic: Are you detailed about your spouse?

wondered why we get so distracted easily by advances of homebreakers?

Dew shld ve put herself in d wife's shoes.she was self centerd.I 8 divorces n seperation.i feel 4 those dt experience them even though i dnt knw them ,as far as their story come my way.

that was so beautiful i had tears in my eyes. lovely.