I WANT A DIVORCE!
THIS IS VERY TOUCHING! (a bit long though)
Read This If You're Married, Single or Engaged
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
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 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 has
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 ever 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 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, '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 realised 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 work-out 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 Mum 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. 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 asked. 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
anymore. Now I realise that since I carried her into my home
on our 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 your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, the property ,
the money in the bank, ah... 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. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you,
but if you do, you just might save a marriage.
