Great Marriage Story

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
August 1, 1989

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 you jokes 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 arguments…

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  1. Everyone loves a good romance story, in all forms. Yes, we do sometimes forget that wonderful guy we fell head over heels in love with. Like the sun and the stars, it is always there and steadfast through all things. Great story. God Bless, Barb Please come visit me sometime.


  2. I expect my wife and mum feel the same sometimes. I love the mans response I think I can understand that, I would do anything for them.


  3. 🙂 beautiful story. Yeah it’s just like that when little moments become a routine then you feel bored and forgat that love isn’t about the butterflies you feel in your stomach.. 🙂


  4. Now I’m crying. I think it is a good cry. I have never met such a man. Now there is hope. I guess that’s a good thing. But I am crying.


  5. daughter of the Most High said:

    In the middle of reading this story, I became very angry at the woman author. I hope she realized how little she deserved that man. When we marry someone we accept them as they are, and promise to love them until we or they die. I guess she was trying to kill him off early with the flower quest. As someone who was forced out of a marriage and to separate from my husband, I wish married couples would appreciate each other as priceless gifts. If your mate is not romantic, or whatever, put some romance into your marriage yourself. Meanwhile, be thankful for what he or she is and does do.


    • orionwriter said:

      I fully agree with you. When you get married the whole courtship thing disappears after a while, it’s normal. If you miss the romantic part you can do it yourself, not file for divorce…this almost makes me think this is why a lot of people are separating these days. They miss the romance, but honestly…your partners just a really close friend…why don’t people just see it that way. SO happy someone on here agreed with me and found the author/narrator irritating.


  6. It’s a great reminder that we decide whether the relationship succeeds or fails. Too many marriages put the failures on the other individual and fail to look in the mirror.


  7. "Working for Christ" said:

    Excellent post, Kenny T! “One tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.” That pretty much sums it up! Take care! 🙂 Dave


  8. dsimpsonj said:

    Awww… I am crying with happy tears! Beautifully written and perfect for those who have never figured out what love is. I am going to reblog this. Thanks for sharing!!


  9. SeasonsWithGod said:

    Yes, too often we think that marriage is about the flower. Good reminder.


  10. navaara said:

    Thank you for sharing. I was about to be disappointed, thinking of one of my failed marriages, but then it all comes together. I wish my marriage had. I am going to re-blog this just for the beauty of it that I want to share.


  11. Sandra said:

    Beautiful, but I would never want my husband to pick that flower. If anyone picked it, it would be me–so that he could live a long and happy life.
    He sits next to me, uploading his garmin and videos from sailing races at our local lake as I write about my training adventures on my blog.
    He is perfect in my eyes. He is my flower


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