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I'll carry you out every morning until we are old
Milaya
12/12/04 at 05:43:51
[slm]

Got this from my friend and thought I'd share with you all  ;)
( sowwy it's kinda long  :D)

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 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
Dews 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 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.

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12/12/04 at 06:17:57
Milaya
Re: I'll carry out every morning until we are old
Halima
12/12/04 at 06:00:41
[slm] Milaya,

Beautiful and touching.

Everyday life makes people forget what they are to each other.  Marriage needs constant work to make it last longer and enjoyable.

Thanks for sharing.

[wlm]

Halima


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