Married Life- Credit to Good husbands

My husband is S/W Engineer by
profession, I love him for his steady
nature and I love the warm feeling when
I lean against his broad shoulders.

Tw o years of courtship and now, five
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,
seemingly in deep thought. My feeling
of dis appointment only increased. Here
was a man who was not able to even express
his predicament, so what else could I
expect 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 colour of
flowers, just like the colour 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, and if
you are satisfied, please open the
front door for I am standing outside bringing
your favorite bread and fresh milk...

I rushed to pull open the door,
and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly
with his hand.