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>> 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 Dew. 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 Dew 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 Dew.
>>
>>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 Dew 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 mummy 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 Dew 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 mum 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. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew,
>>I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished.
>>Then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved
>>her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, 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
>>any more. 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.
>>Dew 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.
>>
>> 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, blah..Blah..Blah. 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.