Re: Marriage...

I just saw this on FB...Thought i'd share...


To those who are married...Not married...soon to be married...Want to get married eventually (In a relationship...)I hope you will be touched with this story...



"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 Dew. 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 Dew 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 Dew.

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 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.

I told Dew 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 mummy
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 Dew 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 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. 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, 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, Dew, 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 any more. 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. "

Dew 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.



The small details of your lives are what really matter. 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 (partner's)  friend  and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up...

THE MOON...bY J.O.J

Hey Guys! (I'm just breezing through.) How're y'all doing?

This poem was done by an eleven year old friend of mine. I asked him if i could share it and he said yes. So here we go:

THE MOON

The moon  is  a  heavenly  body,
Rounded  so  holy  in the high skies,
From the  night skies, children ,
Who do have sleepless nights, gaze upon you.

 

The moon so  roundly majestic ,
With  the stars, who adorn your head,
You look like a bride awaiting her groom.
You are  precious to all  nightlovers,
As you brighten the night skies,
For ages gone & yet to come, 

God bless you MOON.

© J.D

I told him i'd marry a maxi him lol. I hope you found it as enthralling as i did. Y'all have a swell weekend.

(((krams)))

P.S.

RIP DaGRIN...We're gonna  miss you...

The Final Curtain Call...

DAGRIN died.

DaGrin died?? It was all over twitter. I was at my stylist's tryna get a weave on and the first thing i see on my timeline is:

"Is dagrin dead???"

I panicked. Then I said

"can some1 verify this dagrin gist and stop these bludeh rumours?!?!"

...and there it was:

"Ok its confirmd Dagrin is dead, my sis is a med student in Luth n she rang me crying like hell!!! RIP"

I just ripped.

"Shit." Was all i said. There was too much going on in my head but thatwas all i coul muster.

shit.

I was just starting to like the guy...He's just a wee one! 23 years onld..like WTF???!!

The sad part is that he was alive after the accident...How can someone be alive for seven days and then die? Our Health care system is this country is for shit...THAT'S HOW COME.

His life...and death should be a lesson to all of us young people...For those young 'uns who want to live fast...Die young and have a good looking corpse, they will...

This morning, I cried. For a life hardly spent. For a career that has been nipped in the bud. For us who now mourn. For the grin i will never see again...

I'm getting morbid...and incoherent...

I'm out.

Good night DaGrin...Imma Miss Dat Grin..

The Untitleable.

Friday, September the 13^th

The meeting.

Eyes to body. Shet.

Eyes to hair. Shucks.

Eyes to face. Shet!

Lips like strawberry…Thinking how I wanna eat it…

Abs. “I  wanna touch ya” My head said.

Stop!

Virgo, you’re not allowed.

Then he walks up.

He’s not alone.

“Meet my Girlfriend.”

The dying.

Stop!

Oh well.

WTF!

Stop. You’re not allowed!

Oh well.

 The parting.

“Oh! You live in this part of town? I live here too! 

Think of the girlfriend.  Think of the girlfriend.

Where? 

No. 

I’ll come visit you.”

No.

Oh Shet. Yes. No. Fuck it! Yes.

“Not with that ‘do.  Do something about it...my dad...”

The Visiting.

Hi.

Hi.

"You came."

"Yup."

"Err...Come in.."

"Nah…I’m just casing..."

 Laughter.And goodbyes.

The third Meeting.

That meeting.

The handshake.

The wanting of more.

The wakeup call.

He has a girlfriend!

The shocker.

“We’re breaking up...Me and my girlfriend.”

Bad grammar. What da heck. They’re breaking up.

You can have strawberry lips now!

Heish up!

Fuck.

“Why are you telling me.”

The First meeting of the eyes.

"Because I think I’ve just found the One."

Son of a bitch!