Story from a husband

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Story from a husband
To my married and unmarried friends:
This is a very touching story, please read it slowly, I've
read it more than twice....

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 that I 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 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 more money.
When the assets were steadily increasing,
the affection between us
seemed to ebb.
She was a civil servant.
Every morning we left home together
and 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 her stream of love. This was the apartment I bought for her.
Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls'
eyeballs. Her words suddenly reminded me of my wife.
When we were 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
betrayed my 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 to do it together with her. At the moment,
the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it
used to be something impossible to me.
However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about
it. No matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be
deeply hurt.
Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy
preparing 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, visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my
entertainment.

One day I said to her in a slightly 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 she got to know I was
serious.

When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out.
Almost all the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic
eye and tried to hide something
while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She
gently smiled
at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, 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 her hand. I've got
something to
tell you, I said. 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
serious topic
calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked
me softly, why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This
so-called answer 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,
because my heart had 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% stake of my
company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into pieces. I felt a pain in my
heart. The woman who had been living ten years with me would
become 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 weeks seemed to
be firmer and clearer.

Late that night, I came back home after entertaining my
clients. I saw her
writing something at the table. I fall asleep fast. When I
woke up, I found
she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but I was supposed to give her one month s
time before divorce, and in the
month's time we must live as normal a life as possible. Her
reason was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation
a month later and she didn't want him to see our marriage
was broken.
She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me,
He Ning, do you
still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding
day? This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful
memories to me. I nodded
and said, I remember. You carried me in your arms, she
continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me
out in your arms on the day when
we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you must
carry me out from
the bedroom to the door every morning.
I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days
and wished to
end her marriage romantically.

I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed
loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she
does, she has to face the
result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or
less made me feel
uncomfortable.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce
intention was explicitly expressed. We even treated each
other as a stranger. 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,
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 a bus, I drove
to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She
leaned on my chest. We were so close that I could smell the
fragrance of her blouse. I
realized that I hadn't looked at this intimate woman
carefully for a long
time. I found she was not young any more. There were some
fine wrinkles on
her face.
On the third day, she whispered to me, the outside garden is
being demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel
that we were still an intimate couple and I was holding my
sweetheart in my arms. The visualization of Dew became
vague.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something,
such as, where
she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking
, 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 the everyday
workout made me stronger. I said to her, It seems not
difficult to carry you now. She was
picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She
tried quite a few
but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my
dresses have grown bigger. I smiled. But I suddenly realized
that it was because she was
thinner that 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 her
head.
Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum
out. He said. To
him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an
essential part
of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and hugged
him tightly. I
turned my face because I was afraid I would change my mind
at the last minute. I 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, 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 could hardly
move a step. Our
son had gone to school. She said, actually I hope you will
hold me in your
arms until we are old.
I held her tightly and said, both you and I didn't notice
that our life lacked intimacy.

I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I
was afraid any
delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs.
Dew opened the
door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won't divorce. I'm
serious.
She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my 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. My marriage life was boring probably because she
and I didn't value the details of life, not because we
didn't love each other any more. Now I understand that since
I carried her
into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed to
hold her until
I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.

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 to the office.
When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a
bouquet for my wife
which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me what to write
on the card. I
smiled and wrote,
I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.