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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Razor Raymon" data-source="post: 769502" data-attributes="member: 45937">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.> ></blockquote>

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