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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!
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 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.
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!
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 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.
Arjun
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