The following appeared August 18 on the Ultimate Life Today Facebook page:
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 our 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 every 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 the 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 part.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I ran upstairs, 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 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[our] 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.
I don’t know if this story is true or not, but it doesn’t really matter… To me, it’s not about success or failure, it’s about true intimacy in our relationships. What it brings such clarity to is the casualness with which we can enter into and exit from our relationships—especially those that have a sacredness to them: our life partner, our children, our parents—and the importance of seeing—truly seeing—those who are such an important part of our lives.
There are two parts to this story—the first is the husband slowly realizing how he has not looked closely at his wife for years, and the second is the sharpness with which this is brought home when he discovers this only too late because his wife has passed away.
To me, the heart of this story is the first part—both in what it says about how we conduct so many of our relationships and in its so-simple prescription for how to find intimacy in those relationships.
If you feel you truly have found intimacy in all your important relationships, then maybe there’s nothing else here for you in this blog entry, but if you’re not absolutely certain—or maybe especially if you are absolutely certain—then I hope you find something here that does benefit you in re-examining those sacred relationships in your life. BTW, I don’t pretend to be an expert on intimacy and relationships—far from it—so please share your views on these with us!
My experience in how we—me, too!—conduct our relationships is with a casualness that misses much of the importance of these relationships and how our interactions within them can affect our lives so much more deeply than we realize. The cause and the solution are two sides of the same coin: not seeing and seeing!
What do I mean by this? The self is filled with assumptions and with certainty about what we believe we know to be certain or true. It uses this to avoid looking closely at each moment as being truly new, something that is unlike every other moment that has ever occurred. Eckhart Tolle describes this very eloquently in his book, The Power of Now: A Guide to Spiritual Enlightenment. Any given moment is truly unique, never having occurred previously and never to occur again in the future. The Greek philosopher Heraclitus captured this metaphorically in his observation that “You could not step twice into the same river.”
If you look closely at yourself, you will most likely see that you don’t truly look at each moment as totally fresh and new. If you don’t see that about yourself, then you are either spiritually awakened or—more likely—you are subject to the blindness of the mind that keeps you from seeing each moment anew.
So, what can you do to cultivate greater awareness of each moment? It’s a practice, a training of the mind to do something that it’s not accustomed to doing. One practice you can use to develop this greater awareness is to spend a few minutes each day totally absorbed in a single object (like a coffee cup or a pencil or a fork—something simple), relaxing your mind, and allowing whatever that object has to “say” to you to emerge within your mind. This may sound a little crazy, but two things will occur: 1) If you will do this for, say, 15 minutes each day (or better yet, 30 minutes), after 21 days you will have built doing this as a habit, and 2) When you stop trying to “hear” what the object has to say, you will in fact actually hear what it has to say. You can do this with a different object each day, or with the same object for several days. The latter is more effective because you will “go deeper” into the object and you will hear much more. Ultimately this practice of looking closely will spread to much more in your life than just the objects you observe for those 15 or 30 minutes.
A good friend, Roy Doughty, originally did this with seven rocks, one for each day of the week. Ultimately, this led him to writing what will eventually be a 5,000 page book, A Monument of Wonders—a tremendously creative endeavor that resulted from truly hearing or seeing what his seven rocks said to him.
So, returning to the story and to intimacy, intimacy came to the husband when he began to look in intimate detail at the wife he was carrying in his arms each morning. The act of looking, in and of itself, brought a closeness, a comfortable familiarity, and a warmth that ultimately led him to that which is deep within each of us—the true love that is carried within our hearts, within our deeper selves—as opposed to what usually passes for love, which are those emotions that originate within the egoic self and which are selfish and taking rather than selfless and giving.
At the end, the husband found the latter within himself—only to find it too late within this relationship, but not too late to see that in his relationship with his son.
I would love to hear your reflections on this and what intimacy is to you and how you see it in your life!