This is not to anyone in particular...I just received it in my email today, and thought it was worth sharing. It really makes you think...
MARRIAGE
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 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 had
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 as 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 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 Dew 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 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,
and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. 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 any more. 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.
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.
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.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It's
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. Do have a real happy
marriage!
