MARRIAGE
> >
> >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 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
>greying!
> >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, and 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.
> >
> >
> >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 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
>greying!
> >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, and 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.
> >
