MARRIAGE

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 Jane. I didn't 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 Jane 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 didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

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 month's time and she didn't 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 every day 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 Jane 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 mommy 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 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.

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 Jane 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 mom 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 hadn't 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. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.

She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, 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 anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Jane 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.

That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.

My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....

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. 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!

What were we born for?

The touching story of a pregnant lady asking the doctor to operate on her so that she can conceive her child earlier to allow her dying husband to see and feel the happiness of their newborn.

Funeral - English

"Funeral" is a new TV commerical launched by the Ministry of Community Development, Youth and Sports (MCYS) which looks at relationships in a different light, through a woman at her husband's funeral. Ultimately, the TVC celebrates the beautiful imperfections that make a relationship perfect. This is fresh off MCYS latest Viewers' Choice 2008 win for the Family TVC which promotes the importance and value of family bonding.

This is a very cool video.

My Wife Wants me to Date another Woman - in Chinese

當我們窮於應付生活所需之時是否也忽略了些什麼?!

很感人的一篇文章,分享給你!



我妻子要我和另一女人約會！

結婚了廿一年後，我發現了一種別出心裁的方法，可以讓愛的火花永保新鮮。

不久以前，我和另一位女士約會，其實那還是我妻子的主意，有一天她說：「我知道妳很愛她。」我很驚訝，立刻爭辯說：「但我愛的是妳呀！」「我知道，但你也愛她呀！」

我妻子要我去看的女士是我的母親。

她已經寡居了十九年，然而我忙碌的工作和身為二個孩子父親的責任，令我分身乏術，以致很少有時間和她相聚。

那晚，我打電話給她，邀約她第二天和我一起吃晚餐和看電影。

「怎麼了，你還好嗎？」她問道。

母親是那種會認為晚上那麼晚打電話，又突然邀約她，一定不會有什麼好事的人。

「我想如果有機會和妳單獨約會，一定很有意思。」我回答。

她想了一會兒，然後說：「我非常樂意。」

那個星期五下班以後，我開車去接她時，心裡有一點緊張，因為從未嚐試過這樣的約會。

當我到達她家時，我看她對這樣的約會，似乎也有一點緊張。

她在門內等著，身上穿著大衣，裡面那件禮服還是最後一次慶祝結婚紀念日所穿的呢！


她的頭髮還特意捲了一下，臉上的微笑像天使一般。

上了車後，她得意洋洋地說：「我告訴我的朋友，我要和我的兒子外出約會，他們都好羨慕，迫不及待要聽聽我們約會的情形。」

我們去一家雖不豪華，但十分雅致，溫暖舒適的餐廳。

我母親挽住我的臂彎，好像第一 夫人一般。

入座以後，我必須幫她看菜單點菜，因為她的眼睛現在只有大的字才看得見。

用餐一半時，我抬起頭來，看到母親正在凝視我，嘴角帶著懷舊的笑容說：「記得當你小時候，總是我為你看菜單的。」

「那現在妳正好可以休息，輪到我來為妳服務了。」我回答。

一面享用晚餐，我們一面聊天，聊得很愉快，談了許多最近幾年來，各自生命中的一些事。

我們聊得太久了，所以趕不上電影。當我送她回到家門口，她說「我要再和你一起外出 ，但下次讓我作東好嗎？」我答應了。

回家後，妻子問我：「你的晚餐約會如何？」

「非常有意思，比我想像的好多了！」 ~我回答。

幾天以後，母親因心臟病猝發而去世。這事發生得太突然了，讓我完全措手不及。

不久以後，我收到一封信，裡面是上次我和母親約會的那家餐館的一張收據，上面有一張字條寫著：「我已先付了賬，因為我確定自己不可能再有機會去了，但我還是付了兩人份的賬──你和你的妻子。你絕對想不到那一晚的約會對我有多大的意義，我愛你。」

從那一刻起，我深深體會，一定要及時說：「我愛你」，並且要常常撥出時間給我們所愛的人。

世上沒有任何事比自然如來因緣和你的家庭更重要，多花時間和他們在一起，因為這些事絕不能拖延到「以後有時間時間的時候」。

「樹欲靜而風不止，子欲養而親不待 」是人生一大憾事。

聖經&佛經不是也告訴我們嗎？

「凡事都不可虧欠人，惟有 懂得愛，要常以為虧欠，因為愛人的，就完全了律法或解脫了。」