Saturday, 15 October 2016



These days, divorce is no longer uncommon, but this man’s divorce is anything but normal. 

What began as a strange request ended in a surprise. 

If you read to the end of this story, you’ll be sure to learn something about the thing we call love. 

But warning: Grab your tissues!

One day I came home, handed my wife her dinner, took her hand and said, “I want a divorce.

” She didn’t seem the least bit upset, but calmly asked why. My answer was evasive, and that made her angry. 

She let her dinner plate fall and screamed, “You’re not a real man!” We didn’t speak at all that night. She cried. 

I knew she was searching for a reason for our failed marriage, but I couldn’t give her it: She’d lost me to Jane. 

I didn’t love her anymore. I just felt sorry for her!

I guiltily showed her the divorce papers, leaving her the house, car, and a 30% stake in my company. 

She looked angry and tore the papers apart. 

The woman with whom I’d spent 10 years of my life, was a stranger. 

I was sorry that she’d invested so much time, strength, and resources in our marriage, but I couldn’t take back what I’d said or felt. Finally, she broke down in tears, the reaction I had expected from the beginning – suddenly the divorce felt more real.

When I came home late from work the next day, she was sitting at the table writing. I didn’t have anything to eat, just went straight to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning she told me her terms for our divorce: 

She didn’t demand anything from me, but asked that I spend the next month living side-by-side with her like normal. Her reason: 

Our son had important exams coming up in one month and she didn’t want to burden him with the divorce before that.

She also asked that I think back to our wedding day and how I carried her over the threshold to our house and into our bedroom. 

From now on, every morning for one month, I was to carry her out of our bedroom. 

I thought she was crazy, but to make our last days together more bearable, I agreed.

On day 1, we were both a bit clumsy when I carried her out, but our son clapped and sang, “Dad’s carrying Mom in his arms!” His words released a wave of pain within me. 

I carried her out of the bedroom, through the living room, and then to the front door. 

She closed her eyes and said in a soft voice, “Don’t tell our son a thing about the divorce.” I nodded and set her down outside in front of the door.

On day 2, we had already improved. 

She nestled herself into my chest and I could smell the scent from her shirt. 

I became aware that it had been a long time since I had consciously looked at my wife.

Her face had fine wrinkles and her hair was slowly turning grey. 

Our marriage had left its marks on her. 

For a moment I asked myself what I’d done to her.

intimacy return: 

This was the woman that had gifted me 10 years of her life. 

On day 4 and 5 I could feel that intimacy even stronger. 

As the month went on, it got easier and easier to carry her, and I suddenly realized she was getting thinner.

One morning it hit me that she must be carrying so much pain and bitterness towards me. Without thinking, I brushed my hand over her head. 

In that moment, our son came in and said, “Dad, it’s time to carry Mom out!” It had become a morning ritual for him that his dad would carry his mom out of the house. 

My wife grabbed him and held him to her chest. 

I turned away, because I was afraid it would change things. 

I lifted her into my arms and her hands instinctively wrapped around my neck. 

I held her tight – just like on our wedding day.

On the final day, as I held her in my arms, I couldn’t take it. 

I knew what I had to do. 

I drove to Jane’s apartment, climbed the stairs and said, “I’m sorry Jane, but I don’t want to leave my wife.”