This man carried the wife he cheated on over their threshold. Then he noticed something changing in her.

These days, divorce is no longer uncommon, but this man’s divorce is anything but normal. What began as a strange request ended in a surprise. If you read to the end of this story, you’ll be sure to learn something about the thing we call love. But warning: Grab your tissues!

One day I came home, handed my wife her dinner, took her hand and said, “I want a divorce.” She didn’t seem the least bit upset, but calmly asked why. My answer was evasive, and that made her angry. She let her dinner plate fall and screamed, “You’re not a real man!” We didn’t speak at all that night. She cried. I knew she was searching for a reason for our failed marriage, but I couldn’t give her it: She’d lost me to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just felt sorry for her!

I guiltily showed her the divorce papers, leaving her the house, car, and a 30% stake in my company. She looked angry and tore the papers apart. The woman with whom I’d spent 10 years of my life, was a stranger. I was sorry that she’d invested so much time, strength, and resources in our marriage, but I couldn’t take back what I’d said or felt. Finally, she broke down in tears, the reaction I had expected from the beginning – suddenly the divorce felt more real.

When I came home late from work the next day, she was sitting at the table writing. I didn’t have anything to eat, just went straight to bed and fell asleep.

The next morning she told me her terms for our divorce: She didn’t demand anything from me, but asked that I spend the next month living side-by-side with her like normal. Her reason: Our son had important exams coming up in one month and she didn’t want to burden him with the divorce before that.

She also asked that I think back to our wedding day and how I carried her over the threshold to our house and into our bedroom. From now on, every morning for one month, I was to carry her out of our bedroom. I thought she was crazy, but to make our last days together more bearable, I agreed.

On day 1, we were both a bit clumsy when I carried her out, but our son clapped and sang, “Dad’s carrying Mom in his arms!” His words released a wave of pain within me. I carried her out of the bedroom, through the living room, and then to the front door. She closed her eyes and said in a soft voice, “Don’t tell our son a thing about the divorce.” I nodded and set her down outside in front of the door.

On day 2, we had already improved. She nestled herself into my chest and I could smell the scent from her shirt. I became aware that it had been a long time since I had consciously looked at my wife. Her face had fine wrinkles and her hair was slowly turning grey. Our marriage had left its marks on her. For a moment I asked myself what I’d done to her.

When I lifted her into my arms on day 3, I felt a flash of intimacy return: This was the woman that had gifted me 10 years of her life. On day 4 and 5 I could feel that intimacy even stronger. As the month went on, it got easier