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; I had
lost my heart to a lovely girl called
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, 30% shares of
my company and the car. 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 months 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 br ida l
room on our wedding day. She requested
that everyday 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 does 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 our lives are
what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, the
property, the bank balance that
matters. 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!
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; I had
lost my heart to a lovely girl called
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, 30% shares of
my company and the car. 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 months 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 br ida l
room on our wedding day. She requested
that everyday 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 does 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 our lives are
what really matter in a relationship.
It is not the mansion, the car, the
property, the bank balance that
matters. 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!
But to stick it out like that...great job!!! It look like you need some good one on one time with the wife. Maybe you should go out on some dates to help you remember why you married your wife in the first place.
