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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Rheahasina" data-source="post: 761295" data-attributes="member: 45320">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  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, 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 did'nt 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 did'nt 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 every 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 perfume.  I  realized  that  I hadn't looked at this woman  carefully for a long time. I realised 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 gesture 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 realise 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 part. The small details of our 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, but if you do, you just might save a marriage.</blockquote>

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