A new Week

Have a great week!
THIS IS A MUST READ FOR MARRIED COUPLES (AN EYE OPENER) AND> > FOR THOSE WHO DESIRE TO MARRY. 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 a lovely girl called Dew.> > I did not 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 every 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> > 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; do not 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 t h is 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. Sub consciously 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 had not 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 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 deaths> > 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. > > > > > > 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, blah…Blah. .. Blah. 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. Have a real happy marriage! ]]>

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