Marriage is so beautiful. If you can build and have a relationship like this, you have succeeded in the most important thing – that of finding the purpose of life! Read this highly emotional letter which was sent to Meet2Marry by a 39 year old husband.
She lay next to me, like any other day. But this time there was a difference. She seemed to be in deep sleep because when I held her hand tightly she did not squeeze it in turn, unlike in the past. Poor girl, she must be so tired. Day in and day out, she does all the chores which are impossible to even list down here but which are frustrating to do and which bring no gratification other than that her house is in top operating condition.I feel guilty here. Why do I not help her more often. Why is it ‘understood’ that all housework is her responsibility when in fact she also has a regular job just like me? Henceforth I must assist her in helping my son with the homework & helping her with the housework. As I grappled with the idea of whether I should wake up now or sleep for another 15 minutes, I made a mental note of telling her that from now on I will assist her actively. I will fold my own undergarments after drying, put my clothes in the washing machine, hang them to dry and take care of my room, no wait, two rooms of the house as my responsibility. And for the kitchen, I decided that dinner must be outside every Saturday while for Sunday I’ll cook the dinner so she has some time for herself over the weekend. For breakfast, we must have more of fruit and cornflakes. It’s a shame that so much time is spent by her in making breakfast every morning. Poor girl. I squeezed her hand again. Then I began drifting into my ‘second’ sleep.Beautiful moments came to me in this short but powerful ‘second sleep’ (30 minutes of which are more refreshing than the entire night’s sleep). I remembered the day I had gone to her house to meet her for the first time. She was wearing a white suit. She looked so pure and simple. I had seen another girl before I met her and that other girl seemed more glamorous. I wanted to marry the other one, but after I met my wife and saw her simplicity and heard her sweet voice, I knew that she was something to die for. I began falling for her and imagined her as my wife. After a couple of days, we went back to her house and fixed my marriage with her. It was a beautiful time. I was never happier. She used to send me loving letters. It was not difficult for both of us to fall in love. After 1 year of engagement, which was kind of getting everybody anxious, we got married on 29th Aug, 1999. We went to UK for our honeymoon and also to do some courses for a year. That was a happy period in our lives when we were alone and did what we pleased. [Meet2Marry Author's note: I think that every matrimonial couple must have at least a year of bonding and attachment to have a successful marriage. This is one of the cornerstone principles which we teach here in Meet2Marry's match making cosmopolitan matrimonial events. The person who sent this letter also enjoyed a year or more together and see how their bonding became the prime moving force in their marriage]Suddenly my mind flitted to 2004. We had just bought a new car, and it was giving us a lot of happiness. But something overshadowed that happiness, something even bigger, something much bigger which was happening right then. A baby was coming home!Back to Oct, 2003. After two months of trying, she gave me that look and told me that she was pregnant. A hurricane of emotions passed thru my mind. Everyday, as we struggled financially since the last few years, my life was getting more and more meaning due to my marriage with her. But having a baby was simply amazing. I was always clear of one thing, which I always said to her ‘we won’t let the small problems of everyday life come between you and me’. Problems came by the dozen, but we managed to keep our bond strong. And now the baby was coming. As we stood there that Oct evening, I realised that there are three of us now in that room, the third one being that gentle, innocent life which is seeding in her stomach. We hugged when she broke the news to me. Millions of emotions got conveyed with a single hug, and without uttering a single word. Such is the power of hugs. My mind flits back to the best moment I can recall. July,2004. There is buzz all around. People have forgotten the new car which is standing outside. The buzz is about the delivery date. When should the baby be delivered? Over the last few weeks, I was talking to my child and it used to respond by kicking inside the stomach. And that's all the communication I had with it - me talking for hours and the kid sometimes listening to me in its sleep, and sometimes playfully kicking from inside.The day came. On 21st July, while I was too scared to talk to anyone, for I was so worried about my wife’s delivery and her safety, the brave girl went inside the OT for a Caesarean. The baby was born. Soon there was the loudest baby's cry ever to rent the hospital air. My baby was born and this was its first cry which signifies that 'all is well' with the baby. The doctor came out and congratulated me. My blood circulation began to improve and the fears vanished,replaced by astonishment and a sense of disbelief. My wife was unconscious and wheeled to her room. There was another cute little trolley with a small cot in it and my little lad was sleeping fitfully inside after that initial firstcry. I was so relieved and so awestruck at seeing that little bundle of life. And I was so much in love with that woman, my soulmate, who made it possible.For no reason my thoughts flitted across time to the bad things. To the times when we had fought. To the times when I had hit her. Even in my sleep I turned away, as if to avoid a blow, when I thought of the terrible thing I had said to her in my fits of rage. And of the times when I had hit that innocent little doll who has given me everything which makes me complete – a baby, a home, a life worth living, and the stability which would not have come in my life without her. Being of a volatile nature, I had a history of fights and threatening others, leading to trouble with my employers and everyone else. I turned, in my sleep, to face God and promise him that I will amend my ways. I will not let the power of genes take over my power of reason. I forced my mind to think of the pleasant things we had done together. The unpleasant stuff was simply unbearable. My mind flitted back to the time when we went to see different movies. Each movie was carved and etched differently, and attached to the coffee we had at Costa’s and the conversations before and after the movie. Then I though of all the times when we traveled together and had fun. I squeezed her hand and turned to hug her. She did not respond. I woke up with a jerk. Something was not right. In my confused state after waking up suddenly, I looked at her face. She seemed to be sleeping peacefully. But something was not right. Then I suddenly got it, she was colder than usual. With horror etched on my face, I realised that she was .... OMG......she was dead. How did this happen. I wailed loudly. Then I stopped to check her vital signs. No, she had gone; she had left me in this cruel world. My companion for life, and for every janam henceforth, and who knows, from the previous many janams, was gone. I was shattered. So much was left unsaid. So much left to do to prove myself to be worthy of her selfless love. OMG, why did you do this God? How can I live without her. I shouted at God, promised him that I would take revenge from him for separating my wife from me. And then my mind turned in horror at the prospect of living without her and I began crying in rage and in grief. The very notion that she will never be again talking to me, moving around the house or laughing with us turned me into stone. The burden to live alone without her was too much. And then after a few agonising moments, my sleep broke and I was finally awake. I turned to her. I hugged her and started crying actually. She woke up to the sound of me sobbing, and then asked me with concern ‘what happened, why are you crying’? Oh God, thank you, she was alive and well. I was so sure that the nightmare was real. But it was just a nightmare, even though it was 7 am already. I grit my face with determination and decided that from that moment I will do all that was left to be done, all that was left to be proved and say all that remained unsaid. God had given me a second chance. I am so sure of it. Never again will I lose her, even if in a nightmare.(This letter was sent to Meet2Marry's marriage counsellors by a man who was changed completely after this experience and wanted to share it with us. Meet2Marry is publishing this letter with the consent of the said person)