Just came across this story which someone posted in friendster so decided to steal it and put it in my blog.. haha so here it goes..
When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms.
The bridal car stopped in front of our one-room flat.
My buddies insisted that
I carry her out of the car in my arms.
So I carried her into our home.
She was then plump and shy.
I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
This was the scene of ten years ago.
The following days were as simple as a cup of
pure water: we had a kid, I went into business and tried to make more
money.
When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between us
seemed to ebb. She was a civil servant.
Every morning we left home together
and got home almost at the same time.
Our kid was studying in a boarding
school.
Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy.
But the calm life was more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
Dew came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony.
Dew hugged me from behind.
My heart once again was immersed in her
stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, You are the kind of man who best
draws girls. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife.
When we just married, my wife said,
Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed
my wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
I moved Dew's hands aside and said, You go to
select some furniture,
O.K.? I 've got something to do in the company.
Obviously she was unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with
her.
At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it
used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter
how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy
preparing dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon.
Then we watched TV together.
Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing
Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
One day I said to her in a slight joking way,
suppose we divorce, what will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds
without a word.
Apparently she believed that divorce was
something too far away from her.
I couldn' t imagine how she would react once she
got to know I was serious.
When my wife went to my office, Dew had just
stepped out. Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and
tried to hide something while talking with her.
She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiled
at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, Divorce her, O.K.?
Then we live together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held herhand. I 've got something to
tell you, I said.
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 to divorce. I raised a
serious topic calmly.
She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my
words, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious.
I avoided her question.
This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks
and shouted at me, you are not a man!
At 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, because my heart
had gone to Dew.
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. I felt a pain in my
heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would
become a stranger one day.
But I could not take back what I had said.
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.
A late night, I came back home after entertaining
my clients. I saw her writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast.
When I woke up, I found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep
again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t
want anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's time
before divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life as
possible.
Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation
a month later and she didnt want him to see our marriage was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and
then asked me, Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the
wedding day?
This question suddenly brought back all those
wonderful memories to me.
I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me
in your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you
carry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now to
the end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the door
every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those
sweet days and wished to end her marriage with a romantic form.
I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions.
She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she
does, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words
more or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since
my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other
as a stranger. So when I carried her out for 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, Let us start from today, don t tell our son.
I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.
She went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more
easily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the
fragrance of her blouse.
I realized that I hadn' t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a long
time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles on
her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being
demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to
feel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my
sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became more vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me
something, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while
cooking, etc.
I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
I didn t tell Dew about this.
I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the
everyday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to
carry you now.
She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to
carry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then
she sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter.
I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinner
that I could carry her more easily, not because I was stronger.
I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her heart. Again,
I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a hand to touch her
head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to
carry mum out. He said.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out
had been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come
closer and hugged him tightly.
I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind at
the last minute. I 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, as if we came back to 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. She said, Actually I
hope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t
notice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. I
walked upstairs. Dew opened the door.
I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm
serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched
my forehead. You got no fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head.
Sorry, Dew, I said, I can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My
marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value the
details of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand
that since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am
supposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
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 to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I
ordered a bouquet for my wife which was her favourite. The salesgirl asked me
to write the greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I 'll carry you out
every morning until
we are old
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Thankfully the ending was a good one otherwise i would have hated the story as a whole.. Guess im a sucker for happy endings.. Anyway maybe blog later tonight to update on the weekend.. so im off for now..
