A Story To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married

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pls read and just think:-

 

 

 

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; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl

called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the car. 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 " xyz " 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

" xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

Sorry,

" xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I

moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I

am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

" xyz " 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.

 

 

The small details of our lives are what really matter in a relationship.

It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that

matters. 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!

 

 

 

If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do, you

just might save a marriage.

 

 

 

rgds

 

niket

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

[Guest guest]

Dear Moderator,

 

Do we need this chicken soup stories to keep alive this

astrology_remedies_forum ?? Kindly think it over and confirm.

 

With regards,

 

Sreeram_Srinivas

 

, " astroiniket " <astroiniket

wrote:

>

>

> pls read and just think:-

>

>

>

> 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; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl

> called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the car.

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 " xyz " 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

> " xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

> Sorry,

> " xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

> astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I

> moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day

I

> am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

> " xyz " 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.

>

>

> The small details of our lives are what really matter in a

relationship.

> It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that

> matters. 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!

>

>

>

> If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,

you

> just might save a marriage.

>

>

>

> rgds

>

> niket

>

 

[Guest guest]

my dear friend this story published in american story journel in oct

07 and awarded as best story of the year reward was 10k usd, this

story was written by mazwell machome.

 

in my opinion this story gives a new thought to people who thinks

about divorce , just for a .........like that, if u do not have any

thing in your mind no one can help you.

 

rgds

niket

, " sreeram srinivas "

<sreeram64 wrote:

>

>

> Dear Moderator,

>

> Do we need this chicken soup stories to keep alive this

> astrology_remedies_forum ?? Kindly think it over and confirm.

>

> With regards,

>

> Sreeram_Srinivas

>

> , " astroiniket "

<astroiniket@>

> wrote:

> >

> >

> > pls read and just think:-

> >

> >

> >

> > 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; i had lost my heart to a lovely

girl

> > called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the

car.

> 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 " xyz " 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

> > " xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

> > Sorry,

> > " xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

> > astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She

said. I

> > moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our

wedding day

> I

> > am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

> > " xyz " 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.

> >

> >

> > The small details of our lives are what really matter in a

> relationship.

> > It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance

that

> > matters. 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!

> >

> >

> >

> > If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you

do,

> you

> > just might save a marriage.

> >

> >

> >

> > rgds

> >

> > niket

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

[Guest guest]

such a beautiful story...many could learn alot from that...I did

Lhynn

 

sreeram srinivas <sreeram64 wrote:

 

Dear Moderator,

 

Do we need this chicken soup stories to keep alive this

astrology_remedies_forum ?? Kindly think it over and confirm.

 

With regards,

 

Sreeram_Srinivas

 

, " astroiniket " <astroiniket

wrote:

>

>

> pls read and just think:-

>

>

>

> 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; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl

> called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the car.

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 " xyz " 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

> " xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

> Sorry,

> " xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

> astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I

> moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day

I

> am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

> " xyz " 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.

>

>

> The small details of our lives are what really matter in a

relationship.

> It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that

> matters. 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!

>

>

>

> If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,

you

> just might save a marriage.

>

>

>

> rgds

>

> niket

>

 

[Guest guest]

just curious, but what happened to the other woman that this guy was toying

with? not fair to her, right?

 

since when did women start losing weight ten years into a marriage? And,

dont kid yourselves. divorces are never so romantic. this " chicken soup "

story reeks of something else...

 

-Sindhu

 

 

 

On Mon, Apr 14, 2008 at 12:53 PM, Lhynn Nevarez <lhynn wrote:

 

> such a beautiful story...many could learn alot from that...I did

> Lhynn

>

>

> sreeram srinivas <sreeram64 <sreeram64%40satyam.net.in>>

> wrote:

>

> Dear Moderator,

>

> Do we need this chicken soup stories to keep alive this

> astrology_remedies_forum ?? Kindly think it over and confirm.

>

> With regards,

>

> Sreeram_Srinivas

>

> <%40>,

> " astroiniket " <astroiniket

> wrote:

> >

> >

> > pls read and just think:-

> >

> >

> >

> > 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; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl

> > called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the car.

> 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 " xyz " 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

> > " xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

> > Sorry,

> > " xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

> > astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I

> > moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day

> I

> > am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

> > " xyz " 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.

> >

> >

> > The small details of our lives are what really matter in a

> relationship.

> > It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that

> > matters. 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!

> >

> >

> >

> > If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,

> you

> > just might save a marriage.

> >

> >

> >

> > rgds

> >

> > niket

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

> >

[Guest guest]

Lyhm, Niket,

 

a good story sure may not have the solution for all cases some can benefit, and

we definitely can say that where there is a problem in marriage and that can be

saved from what we see in a chart, but if there is no such indications the

result can be opposite

 

just say if the man refused to do the 2 conditions she set, the story is just a

nightmare

 

and in the WEST when people separate still they do meet, socalise, children stay

with both, many share costs too

 

but in Asian more so India it is not so, they will bear with them for a few yrs

but once the divorce switch is pressed there is no return, not one act of the

other is seen in good light, and children rarely are allowed to see both, the

custody is itself a big issue not sharing but shutting the door from the one

another.

 

these stories show some window of hope for some an open MIND is essential to

recieve anything.

 

Best wishes

 

 

Lhynn Nevarez <lhynn

 

Sunday, April 13, 2008 11:23:23 PM

Re: Re: A Story To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To

Get Married

 

such a beautiful story...many could learn alot from that...I did

Lhynn

 

sreeram srinivas <sreeram64 (AT) satyam (DOT) net.in> wrote:

 

Dear Moderator,

 

Do we need this chicken soup stories to keep alive this

astrology_remedies_ forum ?? Kindly think it over and confirm.

 

With regards,

 

Sreeram_Srinivas

 

, " astroiniket " <astroiniket@ ...>

wrote:

>

>

> pls read and just think:-

>

>

>

> 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; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl

> called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the car.

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 " xyz " 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

> " xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

> Sorry,

> " xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

> astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I

> moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day

I

> am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

> " xyz " 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.

>

>

> The small details of our lives are what really matter in a

relationship.

> It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that

> matters. 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!

>

>

>

> If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,

you

> just might save a marriage.

>

>

>

> rgds

>

> niket

>

 

[Guest guest]

Yes that is true..I was just commenting how nice the story was....as this never

happened to me...there is good sattwic in his chart for him to do that, in the

relationship area...altho I am new to this group so don't know anything about

his chart.

I am a new vedic student and am learning much...and trying to apply this to

charts to see what I can see.

Hoping to learn alot here

Lhynn

 

Prashant Kumar G B <gbp_kumar wrote:

Lyhm, Niket,

 

a good story sure may not have the solution for all cases some can benefit, and

we definitely can say that where there is a problem in marriage and that can be

saved from what we see in a chart, but if there is no such indications the

result can be opposite

 

just say if the man refused to do the 2 conditions she set, the story is just a

nightmare

 

and in the WEST when people separate still they do meet, socalise, children stay

with both, many share costs too

 

but in Asian more so India it is not so, they will bear with them for a few yrs

but once the divorce switch is pressed there is no return, not one act of the

other is seen in good light, and children rarely are allowed to see both, the

custody is itself a big issue not sharing but shutting the door from the one

another.

 

these stories show some window of hope for some an open MIND is essential to

recieve anything.

 

Best wishes

 

 

Lhynn Nevarez <lhynn

 

Sunday, April 13, 2008 11:23:23 PM

Re: Re: A Story To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To

Get Married

 

such a beautiful story...many could learn alot from that...I did

Lhynn

 

sreeram srinivas <sreeram64 (AT) satyam (DOT) net.in> wrote:

 

Dear Moderator,

 

Do we need this chicken soup stories to keep alive this

astrology_remedies_ forum ?? Kindly think it over and confirm.

 

With regards,

 

Sreeram_Srinivas

 

, " astroiniket " <astroiniket@ ...>

wrote:

>

>

> pls read and just think:-

>

>

>

> 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; i had lost my heart to a lovely girl

> called " xyz " . 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, 30% shares of my company and the car.

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 " xyz " 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

> " xyz " . 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 " xyz " 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 realised 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 " xyz " 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 had'nt 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. " xyz " opened the door and I said to her,

> Sorry,

> " xyz " , I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me,

> astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I

> moved her hand off my head. Sorry, " xyz " , 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 realise that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day

I

> am supposed to hold her until death does us apart.

> " xyz " 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.

>

>

> The small details of our lives are what really matter in a

relationship.

> It is not the mansion, the car, the property, the bank balance that

> matters. 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!

>

>

>

> If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you, but if you do,

you

> just might save a marriage.

>

>

>

> rgds

>

> niket

>