mikan1227
11-25-2006, 09:53 AM
This is for my friends who are married and not yet
married. Hope this story inspires you all. Good day!
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.
Diane came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony.
Diane hugged me from behind. My heart once again was
immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment
I bought for her.
Diane 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 Diane'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 Diane'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, Diane 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, Diane said to me, Charlie, 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 Diane.
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, Charlie, 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 Diane 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 Diane
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
Diane 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. Diane opened the door. I
said to her, Sorry, Diane, 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, Diane, 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.
Diane 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.
married. Hope this story inspires you all. Good day!
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.
Diane came into my life.
It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony.
Diane hugged me from behind. My heart once again was
immersed in her stream of love. This was the apartment
I bought for her.
Diane 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 Diane'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 Diane'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, Diane 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, Diane said to me, Charlie, 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 Diane.
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, Charlie, 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 Diane 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 Diane
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
Diane 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. Diane opened the door. I
said to her, Sorry, Diane, 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, Diane, 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.
Diane 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.