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“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
Jane. 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 Jane 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
Jane. 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
our bridal room on our wedding day. She
requested that
every day 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 Jane 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
mommy 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 Jane 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 mom 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. Jane opened
the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, 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, Jane, 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 anymore. 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. Jane
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. My wife had been fighting
CANCER for
months and I was so busy with Jane to even
notice. She
knew that she would die soon and she
wanted to save
me from the whatever negative reaction from
our son, in case we push through with the
divorce.— At least, in
the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….

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 relationship/marriage!

Dis letter got me Waooowing.. Chai!

Cool one

9ce! Bt read dis sum yrs bak

@Op


I no go lie, i no read wetin you write- Geez !!! I love reading but couldn't fathom reading such poor paragraphing.

roymary:
@Op


I no go lie, i no read wetin you write- Geez !!! I love reading but couldn't fathom reading such poor paragraphing.

I've edited the write-up...paragraphing issues addressed. You should enjoy it now.