> 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 of 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 affections 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 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 her to go and see 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 slight 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 with 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 to divorce." I raised a serious topic
> calmly.
>
> She didn’t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
> softly, "why?". "I’m serious." I avoided her question. This so-called
> answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at
me,
> "you are not a man!".
>
> At 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.
>
> A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw
her
> writing something at the table. I fell 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 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 with a romantic form.
>
> 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 for 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 bus, I drove to 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 vaguer.
>
> 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 fatter." 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
> was lack of such 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 cry. 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 to write the greeting
> words on the card. I smiled and wrote, "I’ll carry you out every
morning
> until we are old."
Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she’s failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away. 