Love and Marriage: What is it Worth These Days?
I was given a story to read by a friend today, and it speaks so much more beyond the story itself. We live in a time where love and marriage aren't as high on the priority list as they should be. Of course everyone is experiencing love at different levels at different times in their life. But this story is of love and marriage. Once one has established they're true partner in life, gone through love from its baby stages of adoration, cuddling, flirtatious playfulness, etc. to finishing each others sentences, tough times, accepting each others differences, appreciating simple moments together, raising kids, growing old together and so on.
I think we all have either been at this point in our relationships (maybe not so specifically) or know someone who has, or is. What do you do when love becomes a challenge sometimes, when life gets a hold of you for the worst and you find that marriage isn't as great as you thought it would be? What decisions would you make? When do you just give up? How do learn to love again? By all means, I do not have these answers. Every relationship is so different, so complex dependent upon the individuals and their actions. BUT, I do have a thought worth sharing. In no way am I experienced in any kind of relationship counseling, but through my experiences and ultimate love, peace, fulfillment, gratefulness, and sense of pride my marriage has given me, I feel it wouldn't hurt to put it out there. First, here's the beautiful story that is definitely a must read for anyone in love or 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!
Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
My theory is this. Take the time to really learn and understand who you are and what makes you happy, what your true values mean to you. Establish what you know you need to be happy in a relationship. I know what you're saying already; okay, like you're really going to find THE perfect person? No, you probably won't. But if you set your standards and never settle for anything less, you may not end up with the perfect person, but you increase your chances of that individual meeting most of your needs in respect towards values. Given that you will obviously need to know what's worth compromising for you when that time comes. Once you choose someone in marriage, you have to never be off guard in love.
I've heard the saying marriage is 50/50. I completely disagree. In order to give your marriage any worthy chance to survive, it has to be 110 percent given by each person. This should be done consistently at all times. Mind you, I've had a failed marriage in the past at a very young age. In all honesty it was never really born out of true love in the first place and for all the wrong reasons. That being said, my marriage now was founded exactly how I previously described.
What kind of marriage do I have? To say the least, I am truly blessed with my husband. From day one he's shown me the utmost respect in every manner through any situation. There's never a day that goes by that he doesn't fail to show me in one way or another how much he adores and appreciates me. Our communication has always been priority. Honesty has never been an issue. We met at points in our lives where we were both headstrong about who we were and what we wanted, and telling it like it is, is never a problem. We each find the time to pay attention to details, compliment each other, and positively influence each other, spending the time needed together in order for us to be focused on our goals. We just flow so effortlessly through each and every day now, that we've learned to simplify our lives in order to truly enjoy and appreciate what we have to offer each other as well as continue to inspire and encourage each other to become even more than what we are.
Really, I could probably write a book on my marriage and how it all began (if you only knew our whole story). Things weren't always so great, but through our love we always stayed strong in appreciating one another. I believe the key to a successful marriage has to start with yourself. Too quickly people fall into the whole "what about me" attitude. If you keep track of yourself, your thoughts, your actions, and your motives, then you become a more valueable partner towards success in love. The both of you mentally, physically, and emotionally working together each and everyday takes effort on each end. Being supportive of one another, remembering why you fell in love with this person in the first place, appreciating the smallest gestures, making the smallest gestures, it's a constant awareness of all things happening in the relationship. There's never a point where you look at each other and say " We're good, we have a great marriage, there's nothing to worry about." It's about everyday being individual of itself. Most importantly be in control. Like I said it all starts within you. Be concious of your thoughts, your intentions because ultimately that is what you will follow. Don't ever give in to settling for less and whatever is easier. If you truly love someone giving up is not an option, giving your all is the only one.