To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married

To All Married Couples and Singles Who Intend To Get Married

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her handand 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 knowwhat 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 mesoftly, why? I
avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw awaythe 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 outwhat had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly
give her a satisfactoryanswer, she had lost my heart to a lovely girl called
Dew. I didn't 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 hadobsessed me for several weeks seemed to
be firmer and clearer now.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writingsomething at the
table. I did'nt have supper but went straight tosleep 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 alife as possible. Her
reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a months time and she did'nt want
to disrupt him with our broken marriage.

This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me torecall 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 outof our bedroom to the front
door ever morning. I thought she was goingcrazy. 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 andthought it
was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has toface the divorce, she
said scornfully.

My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intentionwas
explicitly expressed. 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 thebedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over
tenmeters 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. Idrove alone
to the office.

On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on mychest.. I
could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that Ihadn't looked at this
woman carefully for a long time. I realised shewas 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 Iwondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacyreturning.
This was the woman who had given ten years of her life tome. On the fifth and
sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacywas growing again. I didn't
tell Dew about this. It became easier tocarry 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 fewdresses 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 mumout. 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 myface away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this
lastminute. 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 walkedupstairs. Dew
opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do notwant the divorce
anymore.

She looked at me, astonished. Then touched my forehead. Do you have afever? She
said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, Iwon't divorce. My
marriage life was boring probably because she and Ididn't value the details of
our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realise that
since I carried her into my home onour wedding day I am supposed to hold her
until death 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 our lives are what really matter in arelationship. 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 thoselittle things for each other that build intimacy.
Do have a real happy marriage!