No matter if you’re single or married, this story will make you stop and think. It’s a powerful reminder of the importance of cherishing the ones we love and not taking them for granted. So take a moment to read this and reflect on your own relationships.
When I got home that night, my wife served me dinner as usual. But something was weighing on my mind, and I knew I had to talk to her about it. As we sat down, I took her hand and said, “I have something to tell you.” The pain in her eyes was evident, but I couldn’t find the right words to express what I was feeling. Finally, I mustered up the courage and said, “I want a divorce.”
To my surprise, she didn’t react with anger or sadness. Instead, she asked me softly, “Why? Aren’t you a man?” Her calmness only confused me further. I knew something was wrong with our marriage, but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what it was. She had lost my heart, and I had found solace in another woman named Joan. I no longer loved my wife, but I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt. So we decided to get a divorce.
But when she looked at the divorce agreement, she threw it away. It was then that I realized how much time we had wasted. We had become strangers, and I pitied her for all the years we had lost. I loved Joan, and the idea of a divorce seemed clearer than ever. Little did I know, my wife had other plans.
The next day, as I found myself lost in my thoughts, my wife was sitting at the table, writing. She asked for a month’s notice before the divorce, explaining that our son had important exams coming up and she didn’t want to disrupt his life. Reluctantly, I agreed. But she had one more request: every day for that month, I had to carry her to our room, just like on our wedding day.
At first, I thought she was going mad. But in the interest of saving our son from pain, I agreed to fulfill her request. As I carried her in my arms, our son watched with delight. He exclaimed, “Dad is carrying Mom in his arms!” His innocent words pierced through my heart, making me question my decision.
Slowly, the emotional distance between us started to fade. We began to connect again, to appreciate each other’s presence. I noticed the wrinkles on her face, the gray strands in her hair – signs of the years we had spent together. I realized that I had let our marriage become stale and routine, failing to appreciate the small moments that truly mattered.
By the end of the month, I had a change of heart. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. I rushed to Joan’s house, only to realize that I had been blind to what was right in front of me. My wife and I loved each other, but we had let our relationship become monotonous.
But it was too late. My wife had been battling cancer, and I had been too absorbed in my own affairs to even notice. She had asked for the month’s notice before the divorce so our son wouldn’t associate his parents’ split with her illness. In our son’s eyes, she wanted to be remembered as a loving wife.
Sadly, I arrived home to find my wife had passed away. Regret filled my heart as I realized the importance of the small gestures, the details that make a relationship special. It’s not about the material possessions or the comforts of life. It’s about cherishing and valuing the person we share our life with.
This story serves as a reminder to all of us, whether we’re married or single, to appreciate the people in our lives. Let’s not wait until it’s too late to show our love and gratitude. Share this story with others, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll be saving a marriage. Because at the end of the day, it’s the little things that truly matter.
