A Story
Actually found this from my friend's blog, hee..but tot since it's so meanginful, i should share with U guys....Enjoy reading...get ur tissue box ready
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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 thatI 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 moremoney.When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between usseemed to ebb. She was a civil servant.
Every morning we left home togetherand 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 herstream 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 betrayedmy 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 withher.At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although itused to be something impossible to me.However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it.
No matterhow mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busypreparing 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, visualizingDew'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 shegot to know I was serious.When my wife went to my office, Dew had juststepped out.
Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye andtried to hide something while talking with her.She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiledat 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 totell you, I said.She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observedthe 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 aserious topic calmly.She didn t seem to be much annoyed by mywords, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious.I avoided her question.This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticksand shouted at me, you are not a man!At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She wasweeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our
marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my hearthad 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% stakeof my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in myheart. The woman who had been living ten years with me wouldbecome 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 weeksseemed to be firmer and clearer.A late night, I came back home after entertainingmy 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 asleepagain.She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn twant anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's timebefore divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life aspossible.
Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacationa month later and she didnt want him to see our marriage was broken.She passed me the agreement she drafted, andthen asked me, Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on thewedding day?
This question suddenly brought back all thosewonderful memories to me.I nodded and said, I remember . You carried mein your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, youcarry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now tothe end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the doorevery morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed thosesweet 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 shedoes, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her wordsmore or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact sincemy divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each otheras a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appearedclumsy.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 sittingroom, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. Sheclosed 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 moreeasily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell thefragrance of her blouse.
I realized that I hadn' t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a longtime. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles onher face.On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is beingdemolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed tofeel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding mysweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became more vague.On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding mesomething, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful whilecooking, 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 theeveryday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult tocarry you now.She was picking her dresses. I was waiting tocarry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Thenshe sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter.I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinnerthat 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 herhead.Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time tocarry mum out. He said.To him, seeing his father carrying his mother outhad been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to comecloser and hugged him tightly.I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind atthe last minute.
I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, throughthe 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 couldhardly move a step.Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually Ihope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn tnotice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking thedoor. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. Iwalked upstairs. Dew opened the door.I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'mserious.She looked at me, astonished. The she touchedmy 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.
Mymarriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value thedetails of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understandthat since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I amsupposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave mea loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairsand drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, Iordered 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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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 thatI 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 moremoney.When the assets were steadily increasing, the affections between usseemed to ebb. She was a civil servant.
Every morning we left home togetherand 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 herstream 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 betrayedmy 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 withher.At the moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although itused to be something impossible to me.However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it.
No matterhow mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busypreparing 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, visualizingDew'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 shegot to know I was serious.When my wife went to my office, Dew had juststepped out.
Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye andtried to hide something while talking with her.She seemed to have got some hint. She gently smiledat 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 totell you, I said.She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observedthe 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 aserious topic calmly.She didn t seem to be much annoyed by mywords, instead she asked me softly, why? I'm serious.I avoided her question.This so-called answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticksand shouted at me, you are not a man!At that night, we didn t talk to each other. She wasweeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our
marriage.
But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer, because my hearthad 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% stakeof my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in myheart. The woman who had been living ten years with me wouldbecome 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 weeksseemed to be firmer and clearer.A late night, I came back home after entertainingmy 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 asleepagain.She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn twant anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month's timebefore divorce, and in the month's time we must live as normal life aspossible.
Her reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacationa month later and she didnt want him to see our marriage was broken.She passed me the agreement she drafted, andthen asked me, Do you still remember how I entered our bridal room on thewedding day?
This question suddenly brought back all thosewonderful memories to me.I nodded and said, I remember . You carried mein your arms , she continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, youcarry me out in your arms on the day when we divorce. From now tothe end of this month, you must carry me out from the bedroom to the doorevery morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed thosesweet 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 shedoes, she has to face the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her wordsmore or less made me feel uncomfortable.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact sincemy divorce intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each otheras a stranger. So when I carried her out for the first day, we both appearedclumsy.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 sittingroom, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. Sheclosed 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 moreeasily. She leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell thefragrance of her blouse.
I realized that I hadn' t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a longtime. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine wrinkles onher face.On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is beingdemolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed tofeel that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding mysweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became more vague.On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding mesomething, such as, where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful whilecooking, 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 theeveryday workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult tocarry you now.She was picking her dresses. I was waiting tocarry her out. She tried quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Thenshe sighed, All my dresses have grown fatter.I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it was because she was thinnerthat 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 herhead.Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time tocarry mum out. He said.To him, seeing his father carrying his mother outhad been an essential part of his life. She gestured our son to comecloser and hugged him tightly.I turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind atthe last minute.
I held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, throughthe 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 couldhardly move a step.Our son had gone to school. She said, Actually Ihope you will hold me in your arms until we are old.I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn tnotice that our life was lack of such intimacy.
I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking thedoor. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision. Iwalked upstairs. Dew opened the door.I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'mserious.She looked at me, astonished. The she touchedmy 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.
Mymarriage life was boring probably because she and I didn t value thedetails of life, not because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understandthat since I carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I amsupposed to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave mea loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairsand drove to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, Iordered 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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