A Great Marriage Story


My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders.

Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?”

Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading.

“When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell youjokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails, and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk… I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win argument.

12 Comments on “A Great Marriage Story

  1. A great story! Love comes in so many forms you have to take the time to look!

  2. I feel this story is perfect for me in the situation happening in ma life , thanku

  3. I married my high school sweetheart … in 1970! We have been married for 47 years and he is still the man that warm my heart. Yes, he can really make me angry, but he also makes me laugh. There is comfort in sharing so many years with him. He is the love of my life, my soul mate and my best friend. Oh how I love that man!
    Note to the young and discontented: Be patient … and make sure that you are the spouse that you expect him/her to be.

  4. I, too married my high school sweetheart.
    I first met him in kindergarten. We were married for 52 years before he passed away 4 years ago. We had a birthday party when we turned 60 (we were one day apart in age) and my cousin brought some old home movies to show. They were from the first Christmas we had spent married. A few days later, we were talking about the party and I said, “boy I wish I still looked like I did in the home movie” He looked at me and said, “What do you mean? You still look that way to me.” I almost cried. I thought then and still think that was the sweetest, most romantic thing he could have said to me.

  5. Perfectly told, i just wish couples would not forget about the everyday things they do for one another and not solely base their marriage on how much effort was put in planning a night out or planning a weekend away, the word EFFORT should be non existented

  6. And then, imagine losing him to an illness. I did not imagine it, it happened. And for all the times I had the bad thots about him, I am paying. No one to help pay bills, gasing the car up, helping on long drives to attend a funeral, no one to watch grandkids grow up and most of all, waking at night from another dream that he is beside you, a dream so real you find yourself clawing for him on his side of the bed. If you ever need, or are given a 2nd chance to appreciate him with all his faults, do not pass it up. Without any help from you, he could be gone at any time. Love while you can.

  7. Some people get second chances other do not—– grow where you are planted….

  8. this story is so very true, as I am Living it 52yrs and I still love him very much, I relay on memories of bygone days of old. no one can take my memories away from me, and my guy is still with me, thank God!!!!!

  9. So beautiful ..I literally started crying after reading this.. this is so pure

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