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“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 Jane. I didn’t love her anymore.
I just pitied her!
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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 Jane 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 Jane. 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 every day for the
month’s duration I carry her out of our
bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to
make our last days together bearable I
accepted her odd request.
I told Jane 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; don’t 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
this 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
Jane 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.
Subconsciously 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 hadn’t 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. Jane opened the door
and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not
want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then
touched my forehead. Do you have a
fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, 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 anymore. Now I
realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am
supposed to hold her until death do us
apart. Jane 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. That evening I arrived home, flowers in
my hands, a smile on my face, I run up
stairs, only to find my wife in the bed -
dead. My wife had been fighting
CANCER for months and I was so busy
with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to
save me from the whatever negative
reaction from our son, in case we push
through with the divorce.— At least, in
the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving
husband…. 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. 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. If you are not in a
relationship now, remember this for the
second (or third) time around. It's never too late.
