Last week, Derek spoke with my parents and ask for my hand in marriage. So I guess I am technically officially engaged. I'm so excited! What prompted this post is that I use the Stumbleupon tool bar and have one of my interests set as wedding for obvious reasons. HERE is my profile....
To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get MarriedWhen I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you.
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.
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.
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house,
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 next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me,
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.
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.
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.
It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that matters.
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
Relationships are made not to exploit, not to be broken.
We teach some by what we say
You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when, but, you can decide how you are going to live, here and now.