min bästa vän och ett hjärtegull
Har i alla fall ritat på lite mer hihih och kan inte sluta! c:
Evighetstecknet + young = forever young!
jag känner mig blek
vad jag drömmer om
sad fuckin' story bro
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!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.
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Happy Valentine´s day!
Eye of the tiger
Efter att jag såg att folk har olika blev jag typ fett intresserad över hur andras ser ut haha.. Borde kolla nogare på dom
Finns en till tjej, that i love, men jag måste bara hitta henne igen hahah..
haha fick veta igår att Lunarstorm har lagt ner..
fan vad efter jag känner mig alltså.
var btw till ögondoktorn idag för att ta bilder på ögonbotten eller vad de var.
Måste gå dit vart tredje år för att jag är diabetiker och min sjukdom kan påverka synen.
Man får droppar som man ska sätta i innan man far dit (eller förr fick man dom där och fick sitta och vänta en timme...)
dropparna jag fick förr blev jag näst intill blind av haha! kunde inte se NÅNTING på när håll. kunde inte läsa haha! det var as kul och så såg man hög ut för pupillerna utvidgas :) och så blir man ljuskänslig så man måste ha solbriller haha!
Men nu blir det inte så stor skillnad på synen med dropparna man får idag.
Eller ah, haha som jag fick idag.
Men ser fortfarande drogad ut!
rest in peace
Alla fanns kvar och, var liksom där..
känns det som om alla dör på en gång
ung som gammal
Tankar går idag till dig, familj, släkt, vänner och elever ♥
omg, i love you.
happyness to needles
when love becomes hate
Vanja @ Birthday
"Nej. Men snart så"
jag önskar jag hade en vän som dig
it's not a waste
before i die
Har ni tänkt på att på vintern brukar det vara ett stort moln som täcker hela himlen?
eller, så är det helt klar blått! men det är det bara då det är matta fakking kallt ute!
JAG TRODDE DET VAR TORSDAG IDAG!
Idag var det så kallt så att båda bussarna dog,
åh nice då det händer alltså
få komma sen till skolan utan ogiltig frånvaro
meen haha jag åker ju inte buss nu..............
måste börja 8 varje morgon (yes, jag fick börja en halvtimme senare än henne!)
så jag får skjuts.
1/4 har passerat av praktiken nu.
Jag vet inte.. Vad ska jag bli?
Det som intresserar mig är att skapa, psykologi eller barn.
Hade inte varit dumt att vara dagisfröken faktiskt..
Dock är det väl inte det jobbet att sträva efter om man vill tjäna bättre pengar?
Idag blir det kyckling med currysås och ungsstekt potatisklyftor :):):):):)
ser fram emot att äta upp det för de alla stackars barnen haha..
Träningen går bra.
Har tränat 3 gånger i veckan nu, och ska göra det igen idag.
funderade på att spontant tvinga mamma till luleå och skaffa en navelpiercing idag..
men det är för kallt ute.
aahh shiieet.. jag minns när man var liten och grät så här
jag blev varm i hela skallen, ont i huvudet och jätte trött i ögonen haha awh..
Praktik dag tre
det kändes som om hela den långa sömnen jag hade
att jag inte hade haft den.
det känns precis som innan jag gick och la mig
Jag kan göra ett inlägg varje dag om ni vill det
men det kommer vara hell of a boring inglägg då
sry u guys
Pratade för övrigt med Catarina igår om att hon bad mig jobba själv den 10e
det accepterar inte skolan
såå om jag ska jobba hennes jobb och hon tycker jag är kapabel till det
ska jag få lön
Dock lite surt att hon liksom förväntade sig att jag skulle vara själv och göra allt så hon får lönen.
Hatar dessa "små raster" då man inte har något att göra på "jobbet"..
Då kan man typ sova på ett skåp då man har rast
Jag bryr mig inte om att jag har en dygnsrytm just i denna stund, så jag ska sova middag då jag kommer hem♥