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Touching Story [Wishs i have those days]

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.
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