Em yeu anh, em yeu anh, em yeu anh, em yeu anh…..em yeu anh!

Mariana är en gammal granne till oss, om ni hängt med mig senaste månaderna så kommer ni nog ihåg att jag nämnt henne tidigare. Det var ett tragiskt incident det hela fick jag veta i efterhand, och det är jätte synd att det ens hände detta, hon var ju så ung och hade fina barn. JAg hoppas bara att de tar hand om varandra och mår väl i framtiden. De förbli alltid de snällaste och trevligaste grannar för oss, och barnen kommer jag alltid att ses som mina yngresyskon. Har ju som sagt lekt och tagit hand om de när de var mindre, fina minnen.

Var inne hos Vivians blogg och såg lite bilder som hon lagt upp från begravningen, jag lånar denna bilden och ha det i min blogg som ett minne från MAriana Knutsson.

Nu är du i goda händer och änglarna är hos dig, må du vila i frid kära granne! ♥

Hade egentligen en hel del saker som jag ville göra idag, och sova har jag inte inte gjort något alls..

Jag har klarat mig rätt bra tycker, enstaka kollega har faktiskt blivit sjuka, det känns som att det är min tur nu =( Buhuhu., jag vill inte!!!

Det är så svårt och avgöra när det liksom inte “kör på” ni vet. Haft dålig mage igår, typ 2-3 gånger. INget idag (????), men börjar må lite illa nu. OCh sen fryser jag, men kroppen är helt varmt =( tecken på feber egetligen, men grrr…jag känner mig trött men annars är det typ “ok”.

aja, har några timmar kvar att känna efter, sen får jag nog ringa till jobbet så kollegorna kan beställa personal imorgon bitti,,,,

vill inte bli sjuk, skulle ju hem och hälsa på familjen, är jag sjuk kan jag inte åka hem och smita de där hemma… blää.. hoppas det går över hoppas det gå över!!!!!

p.s fi fan vad dyrt det är och vara sjuk! Fick hem en faktura på 300 spänn från Södra Älvsborgs Sjukhus!! Berättade aldrig för er den händelsen, men början av denna månaden klämde jag mig på jobbet, och det var rätt illa egentligen, så kollegorna tyckte att jag borde gå ner till akuten och be de kolla och ta en rötgenbild. Handen var dö svullen och jag hade ont vid ansträgning, så gick jag ner en sväng. De kollade och tog rötgen bilder, visade sig att handen var ok, inget brutet men blåmärken och smärtan kommer att sitta kvar lite grann. Nu är den ok, gör väl fortfarande lite ont om man trycker på klämstället. Men inte tänkte jag på att det skulle kosta.. hhahah så klantig jag är. Men 300 spänn ?!?! =( ble det var inget kul ..  ska ta hand om mig väl så jag inte bli fattig på sjukhus avgifter =P NI MÅSTE OCKSÅ TA HAND OM ER mina kära!!

Do it now before it’s too late…. And don’t forget to show your love the other days also..

I love you my lovely family, boyfriend and friends!!! <3

Inte nog med det, saknar jag familjen ännu mer! Förlåt att jag är så kär att jag inte åkte hem igår. Idag är det alla hjärtans dag ja.. Hehe.. Kommer att tillbringa resten av dagen/ kvällen på K4 med underbara kollegor!

Blir en sväng till kära familjen under veckan istället.. Love you!!!!

Mina underbara pärlor!!!

“Married or not you should read this…

“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 contact 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 outside the 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 through 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. Do have a real happy marriage!

If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.

If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”