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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 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 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.
That
evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I
run
up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.
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.
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.
Many of life's failures are people who
did not realize how close they
were to success when they gave up.
