Den här texten cirkulerar för tillfället på facebook, och även om den är lång så tycker jag att alla ska ta sig tid till att läsa den... Är så sant som det skrivs i den... Man blir snabb blind på vad man verkligen har i sitt förhållande, när man inte visar uppskattning för de små sakerna längre... Börjar man se vad ens partner gör, och ställer upp på sin partner, så kommer man längre i förhållandet, utan att behöva söka bekräftelse hos andra, och man kan istället börja berätta för sin partner hur underbar han/hon är istället för att glädja andra med att tala om för dom hur underbara dom är... Har man valt en partner så har man och kan gott och väl hålla sig till den och visa den personen respekten den är värd.. Att träffa andra, eller bara ha ett "muntligt/skriftligt" begär att tala om för en annan vad den betyder, är ofta ett tecken på svaghet, och att man blivit förblindad av vad man har hemma, troligtvis pga att man tycker förhållandet har blivit en vardagssak och att hon/han som man träffar/ringer/skriver med ibland, är spännande och du kan glädja den personen genom att säga hur viktig och söt den är, och då ser man tyvärr ofta bara det negativa ens partner gör, istället för att glädjas över att partnern städat, diskat, handlat, eller bara gjort sig allmänt söt en dag...Men tänk på hur din partner där hemma kan skina upp och bli glad och vilken glädje förhållandet kan få bara genom att berätta hur viktig eller söt din partner är.. De små orden och handlingarna väger ofta mera upp än orden "jag älskar dig" och det är det som är de viktiga.. Kalla din partner små söta ord, älskling, sötnos, hjärtat, gullet, min, ja vad som helst, berätta att han/hon är söt i den där klädseln, gå och håll om partnern när den gör mat, stanna den spontant i hallen för att ge en riktigt ordentlig kyss, för att sen gå vidare med ett leende på läpparna, ta handen på stan, mitt i affären så krama din partner, våga visa din kärlek, köp hem en blomma på en tisdag, köp hem ett smycke eller annan present för att visa "jag tänkte på dig när jag gick förbi detta idag", skicka ett spontant sms/eller ring ett spontant samtal bara för att säga att du tänkte på din partner... Utan små ord och handlingar så dör förhållandet till slut ut... Och det gäller från båda parter, räcker inte att bara en av er gör detta, då lessnar till slut den ena och då kan man lika gärna separera.. Om inte båda visar sin kärlek mot varandra, på olika sätt, hur ska den då kunna växa? Risken att den går över i vänskap och vardag är mycket större om man inte gör de små sakerna.... Och ett förhållande som baserar sig på vänskap och inte kärlek, det är inget värt....

Nu tycker jag att alla ska ta sig tiden att läsa denna text, även om den är lång... Man vet aldrig vad man har och hur nära man kan vara att förlora det..Man vet heller aldrig hur verkligheten är, hur somliga kämpar för att alltid ställa upp och finnas där för den man älskar, även om man själv inombords går i tusen bitar....

Married or not you should read this...

“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 through 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!

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