this is really heart warming. at times when you look around and see
married couples getting separated and families broken, you should
remember this.

lei
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When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
>
> On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped
> in front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out
> of the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then
> plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
>
> This was the scene of ten years ago.
>
> The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid,
> I went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
> steadily increasing, the affections between us seemed to ebb. She was a
> civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost
> at the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
>
> Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
> more likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
>
> Dew came into my life.
>
> It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
> behind. My heart once again was immersed in her stream of love. This
> was the apartment I bought for her.
>
> Dew said, You are the kind of man who best draws girls eyeballs. Her
> words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we just married, my wife
> said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
> Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
> wife. But I couldn t help doing so.
>
> I moved Dew s hands aside and said, You go to select some furniture,
> O.K.? I ve got something to do in the company. Obviously she was


> unhappy, because I had promised her to go and see with her. At the
> moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used
> to be something impossible to me.
>
> However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No
> matter how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. Honestly,
> she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner. I was
> sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. Then we watched
> TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, visualizing Dew s
> body. This was the means of my entertainment.
>
> One day I said to her in a slight joking way, suppose we divorce, what
> will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
> Apparently she believed that divorce was something too far away from
> her. I couldn t imagine how she would react once she got to know I was
> serious.
>
> When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped out. Almost all
> the staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide
> something while talking with her. She seemed to have got some hint. She
> gently smiled at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
>
> Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
> together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
>
> When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I ve got something
> to tell you, I said.
>
> 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 to divorce. I raised a serious topic
> calmly.
>
> She didn t seem to be much annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
> softly, why? . I m serious. I avoided her question. This so-called
> answer turned her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at


> me, you are not a man! .
>
> At 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, because my heart had gone to Dew.
>
> 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. I felt a pain in my heart.
> The woman who had been living ten years with me would become a stranger
> one day. But I could not take back what I had said.
>
> 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.
>
> A late night, I came back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her
> writing something at the table. I fell asleep fast. When I woke up, I
> found she was still there. I turned over and was asleep again.
>
> She brought up her divorce conditions: she didn t want anything from
> me,but I was supposed to give her one month s time before divorce, and in
> the month s time we must live as normal life as possible. Her reason
> was simple: our son would finish his summer vacation a month later and she
> didn t want him to see our marriage was broken.
>
> She passed me the agreement she drafted, and then asked me, He Ning, do
> you still remember how I entered our bridal room on the wedding day?
> This question suddenly brought back all those wonderful memories to me.
> I nodded and said, I remember . You carried me in your arms , she
> continued, so, I have a requirement, that is, you carry me out in your
> arms on the day when we divorce. From now to the end of this month, you
> must carry me out from the bedroom to the door every morning.


>
> I accepted with a smile. I knew she missed those sweet days and wished
> to end her marriage with a romantic form.
>
> I told Dew about my wife s divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
> thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she does, she has to face
> the result of divorce, she said scornfully. Her words more or less made
> me feel uncomfortable.
>
> My wife and I hadn t had any body contact since my divorce intention
> was explicitly expressed. We even treated each other as a stranger. So when
> I carried her out for 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, Let us start from today, don t tell our son.
> I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She
> went to wait for bus, I drove to office.
>
> On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
> chest. We were so close that I could smell the fragrance of her blouse.
> I realized that I hadn t looked at this intimate woman carefully for a
> long time. I found she was not young any more. There were some fine
> wrinkles on her face.
>
> On the third day, she whispered to me, The outside garden is being
> demolished. Be careful when you pass there.
>
> On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I seemed to feel that we were
> still an intimate couple and I was holding my sweetheart in my arms.
> The visualization of Dew became vaguer.
>
> On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me something, such as,
> where she put the ironed shirts, I should be careful while cooking,
> etc.I nodded. The sense of intimacy was even stronger.
>
> I didn t tell Dew about this.


>
> I felt it was easier to carry her. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
> stronger. I said to her, It seems not difficult to carry you now.
>
> She was picking her dresses. I was waiting to carry her out. She tried
> quite a few but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, All my
> dresses have grown fatter. I smiled. But I suddenly realized that it
> was because she was thinner that I could carry her more easily, not
> because I was stronger. I knew she had buried all the bitterness in her
> heart. Again, I felt a sense of pain. Subconsciously I reached out a
> hand to touch her head.
>
> Our son came in at the moment. Dad, it's time to carry mum out. He
> said. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had been an
> essential part of his life. She gestured our son to come closer and
> hugged him tightly. I turned my face because I was afraid I would
> change my mind at the last minute. I 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, as if we came
> back to 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. She said, Actually I hope you will hold me
> in your arms until we are old.
>
> I held her tightly and said, Both you and I didn t notice that our life
> was lack of such intimacy.
>
> I jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid
> any delay would make me change my decision. I walked upstairs. Dew
> opened the door. I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I won t divorce. I m
> serious.
>
> She looked at me, astonished. The she touched my forehead. You got no
> fever. She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
> can only say sorry to you, I won t divorce. My marriage life was boring


> probably because she and I didn t value the details of life, not
> because we didn t love each other any more. Now I understand that since I
> carried her into the home, she gave birth to our child, I am supposed
> to hold her until I am old. So I have to say sorry to you.
>
> Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
> slammed the door and burst into cry. I walked downstairs and drove to the
> office.
>
> When I passed the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet for my
> wife which was her favorite. The salesgirl asked me to write the
> greeting words on the card. I smiled and wrote, I ll carry you out
> every morning until we are old.