A woman raised by her husband

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The story of a husband who lost his wife:

“When I came home in the evening, my wife was preparing dinner. I took her hand and told her I had something to say. Silently he began to eat, with fear in his eyes. It was as if I was shrinking for a moment, I couldn’t open my mouth but I had to express my thoughts. I said I wanted a divorce. He didn’t get nervous, didn’t respond to my words, just asked the reason. I couldn’t answer, they were nervous about it. The fork in his hand fired the knives. He yelled at me and told me I wasn’t human.

We didn’t say a word that night. My wife cried all night. She was worried about what would happen to our marriage, but I couldn’t say anything that would satisfy her. I fell in love with Jana, I didn’t love my wife anymore. I prepared a deal with this pang of conscience. I was going to give him 30% of the house, the car and the company. He stared at the deal for a moment and tore it up.

My wife of 10 years was a stranger to me. I felt sorry for the life and energy she spent, but I couldn’t go back, I loved Jana so much. Then he started screaming and crying, I didn’t expect that. Her tears made me soften. For a while I forgot about divorce, the thought had stuck in my mind, now I felt that feeling harder and it was the right decision.

I came home late the next evening and saw my wife sitting at the table writing. Rosa was sleepy and I went to bed without eating dinner. All the time I spent with Jana made me tired. I woke up in the meantime and saw that he was still writing. But it didn’t matter to me, I turned my head and continued to sleep.

In the morning he gave me a letter with the terms written on it. He didn’t want anything from me, just asked for a month to announce our divorce and wanted us to treat each other like a good family during that time. The reason for this was that our son’s exams would start a month later and he would not be burdened with this burden at that time. It is acceptable. There was one more thing, our wedding night was a reminder of how I carried her through the door and she wanted me to carry her from bed to door every morning for a month. I thought he was insane, but I accepted our last days to go well. Then I told Jana these terms. Laughing out loud, he realized that this was utter stupidity and that it was for a divorce.

My wife and I haven’t been physically close since I opened up about divorce. So the first day I took it and carried it towards the door, I felt a strange feeling. Our son stood behind us and began to applaud. Dad said he held my mother in his arms. It made him so happy, his words broke my heart. I climbed 10 feet from the bed to the front door. My wife closed her eyes and whispered in my ear, "Don't tell our son we're getting a divorce." I also bowed my head and said yes, and a sadness settled inside me. I left him at the door, my wife went to the bus stop and waited for the bus to take her to work. I went to the office alone.

Day 2 this game was easy for us. My wife put her head on my chest and I could smell her perfume. Suddenly I realized I hadn’t looked at my wife in a long time and realized she wasn’t as young as we were when we got married. He had small streaks on his face and white hair. The years hadn’t just passed, so I asked myself what I had done to her in so much time.

On day 4, I felt a sense of confidence as I picked it up. It was the woman who gave me 10 years of her life.

On day 5, this sense of confidence was even higher. I didn’t tell Jana that. As the days went by, it also became easier to lift, probably because I was training on a treadmill. One morning I sat and watched, wondering what to wear. Angrily, he said his everyday clothes came a little too big. Suddenly I realized how much she had lost, how much she had lost weight. So that’s why I carry it easily every morning. It was as if someone had punched me in the face. He carried so much pain and sorrow in his heart. I rubbed his head without noticing. At that moment, our son came and said, "Dad, you have to pick up my mother."

His father carrying his mother from the room to the door became a part of our lives. My wife called our son to her side and hugged him tightly. I turned my head, not wanting to give up my decision at the last moment. I took her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom door. When he put his hand on my temple, I held him tightly. Just like on our wedding day. Now I was starting to worry that she was so thin. I didn’t use any force when I picked it up the last day. Our son was in school and I told my wife that the intimacy in our lives had diminished. I went to the office and got out of the car without locking the door, there was no time for that.

I was afraid he would change his mind at any moment, and as I climbed the stairs, Jana opened the door. I told him I could not divorce my wife. Surprised, he put his hand on my forehead and said, "Don't you have a fever?" he asked. “I’m sorry Jana, but I don’t want a divorce anymore,” I said. The ugliness of our marriage was not because of a lack of love, but because we forgot the importance of each other. Now I remember when I walked in the door on the day I married her, I swore to be faithful to her for the rest of my life.

When Jana realized the situation, she slapped me in the face, closed the door and started crying. I immediately ran downstairs and took a bouquet of flowers for my wife from the first florist I met, with the words "I will lift you up every morning for the rest of my life." When I got home, a smile covered my face, I went into the bedroom with flowers in my hand and found my wife dead in bed. While my wife had been battling cancer for several months, I didn’t realize it because of my interest in Jana. He tried to keep my son from being against me because he knew he wouldn’t live long. At least he wanted me to be a good husband in the eyes of my son. ”

Mary Asian translation from Turkish