Single Or Married, This Story Will Get You Thinking
It does not matter whether you are single or married, read the following story. It’s a wedding story. And that will make you think of life and the things that are important and those that do not.
One evening, at dinner, I took my wife’s hand and told her we had to talk. I saw the pain in his eyes. Suddenly, I did not know how to speak, but I knew I had to tell him.
I do not know how, but I told him that I wanted to divorce. Surprisingly, she was not angry and asked me why I wanted that. We had no conversation, but she cried. She wanted to know if something was wrong with me.
In fact, it was our wedding, but I do not know what. I stopped loving him and got one more. Her name was Joan. Instead of loving my wife, I felt sorry for her. As I felt guilty, the divorce agreement provided that she would keep the house, 30% of our business, as well as the car.
When she saw the agreement, she gave it up. Ten years of their life belonged to me, then we became strangers. I was sorry for her, all the time that’s gone now. But I could not change anything. I was in love with the other woman.
And then my wife started screaming. Now I knew why I wanted to divorce. When I got home the next day, I saw my wife write. I did not eat because I was too tired. I was with Joan all day.
When I woke up and saw how she wrote again. It did not matter; I fell asleep again. The next morning, my wife showed me her situation. She explained that she did not want to receive anything, but only a month before our separation.
In fact, his request was to live a month because nothing was happening. She said that was the reason our son had passed many exams and she did not want to make him sad. Of course, I accepted. But there was another condition.
She wanted me to take her to our room on our wedding day. Although I thought it was nonsense, I accepted. We had not touched since I told him about the divorce. The first day, when I took her in my arms, our son was very happy. I had a lot of pain.
I held my wife in my arms and walked 10 meters. When she closed her eyes, she asked me not to talk about our divorce to our son. Then I left the house and went to work. The next day we were more relaxed.
My wife leaned on my chest and I felt the pleasant smell of her blouse. Suddenly, I realized that I had not noticed that she had wrinkles, gray hair; She was not so young anymore. In an instant, I wondered what I had done.
On the fourth day, I felt that affection was coming back to us. This woman has dedicated me ten years of her life. It continued on the fifth and sixth days, and I did not talk about Joan.
Over the days, it was easier to support my wife. I thought I got used to wearing it. Then, one morning, she thought about what to wear. All his clothes seemed to be too big.
I realized she was too skinny so she was so light. I realized that I was guilty of causing pain and bitterness.
She touched my hair. Then our son said it was time for me to bring his mother to the front door. He loved when I carried my wife in my hands. My wife hugged her and covered my face.
I was afraid that I might have changed my mind about divorce. To hold them in my hands was like the day of our marriage. I held her tight as if it was our wedding day. When I kissed, I did not move. And I became sad because she was too skinny.
When the last day arrived, I hugged her, but I did not want to move. I told him that I did not realize we needed privacy. Then I went to work. I left my car with the door open, went into the office, saw Joan, and told her that I did not want to divorce.
When Joan heard this, she asked me if I had a fever. I said that my wife and I fell in love, but our wedding was boring. We did not value our lives and I noticed it since I carried them in my arms. Then Joan hit me and closed the door.
I went to the florist and bought flowers for my wife. The girl who worked on it wrote on a card: “I will hold you in my arms until death separates us.” When I got home and smiled with flowers in my arms, I saw my wife dead.
While I was busy with Joan, my wife was struggling with c.a.n.c.er. I did not realize that. She knew that she was dying, and that is why she asked for that month. She did not want our son to have bad memories of a broken marriage.
After all, my son would remember his father as a good man who loved his wife. So, you should remember that the small details are what matter in life. It does not matter what type of car you have, or the bank account.
Those things only make you think that will bring you happiness, but they do not. Always try to keep your marriage happy. Share this with other people; you may save someone’s marriage. And, we have no idea of what we have till the day we lose it.
Source: Happy Life Report