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MARRIAGE  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 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 outsidethe 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 thru 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. .Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up. It could be the same with a marriage ... 3x2r2b

She doesn’t know me yet.Not really. Not the way dogs can know their people the bone-deep kind of knowing.But she fell asleep like this.Head on the gear shift like it was the softest pillow in the world.Like it was home.And I didn’t dare move.Because what you’re seeing isn’t just a nap.It’s a soul unclenching.He’s tired not just sleepy, but exhausted from fear. From waiting. From being forgotten.Now? She sleeps without worry.Because she’s starting to believe that this time, she doesn’t have to leave.That this time… maybe she gets to stay forever with a human family .And yeah maybe I technically adopted her .But the way she looks at me like I’m the safest place on Earth?That’s the kind of rescue that goes both ways.I wanted to mark this moment somehow. Not with a big gesture with something small, quiet, meaningful.So I found a girl on an app who handmakes leather dog tags. I sent her his photo and a message that just said:“She’s home now.”She sent back a tag that says exactly that.She wears it on every walk.Not because she understands the words but because I do.And every time I see it, I :Trust is built in tiny pieces. And this is one of them.If you're reading this after a hard goodbye, or a long wait, or a broken heart… this is your reminder.Sometimes healing looks like a nap on the gear shift.Sometimes it looks like a name tag that says “Home.”And sometimes, it looks like a second chance… curled up right beside you.One of Gods greatest gifts to us besides our own children are our fur babies,,

Ever wander through the woods and stumble upon a patch of daffodils, seemingly out of place? They’re not just a sign of spring—they’re a whisper from the past. My Nana told me long ago that Daffodils don’t grow wild in the woods ; they have to be planted by human hands, she said when you see these in the wilds they mark old homesteads, forgotten gardens, or paths once walked. Long after the houses crumble and the people move on, these bright little flowers remain, quietly keeping history alive. So next time you see daffodils in the middle of nowhere, take a moment—someone once called that place home. Found these on a walk in the woods, on the farm I now call home, apparently many many years ago there were other houses close by would love to know the history of these fields, I've lived here 26 years and every year I cant wait to see them bloom, God's beauty never disappoints :)

I'm trying not to be so political about these DOGE payouts , but let's do some math... 340 million Americans.DOGE said they are planning to give 20% of the savings they find as payouts, expecting up to $5k per person.Which, 5k times 340 million is $1.7 Trillion (1,700,000,000,000).Just like the stimulus, all government spending/payouts goes through Congress, so they would still have to be approved.Even if they "found" 8 billion in a couple days, they still have a way to go to 1.7 trillion. Which at a rate of 8 billion every two days, it would take a little over 424 days (at that rate).Also, I love how 20% is gonna go to payouts, and another 20% is going to the deficit, but what about the rest of the 60%? POCKET CHANGE FOR SOME HUH.. so maybe this whole thing is to line politicians pockets not help the American People after all and If we change the Americans number to tax payers we get 154 million, which puts the $5k payouts at $770 billion. If only 20% of the DOGE savings is payouts, that means they're expecting to find $3.8 trillion?!? Make it make sense.Unique perspective though, it really puts the stimulus payments into a new light considering how much those cost. I might have to check and recheck my calculations on my math so HMMMM we shall see...

No matter who you are, what you look like, or what you share with the world, there will always be someone who doesn’t approve. And that’s okay. You’re not going to like everyone and not everyone is going to like you. And that isn’t some fundamental failing on your part — that’s just life. It’s normal, and it’s nothing to beat yourself up over. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be accepted, but you shouldn’t ever have to change who you are for the sake of winning someone else’s approval. Mistakes are past and not who you may be today, you don't live in the past and You don’t live for other people. It isn’t your job to conform to their idea of what constitutes a “worthwhile” human being. You are who you are, and you’re enough. Instead of focusing on all the people who don’t accept or appreciate you, take some time today to remind yourself of all the people who do. It’s easy to forget about them, but they do exist and they do care. They’re the people who matter. To them, you matter. Let go of the rest.let them continue to be judgemental of you or anyone else for the sake of attention but you can just about bet while they are condemning you for some apparent reason someone out there is doing the same for that person, it's unending some have nothing better to do than to find faults in others while overlooking their own..