When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
September 7th, 2006 by cherry-wenyun"To my married and unmarried
friends:
This is a very touching story, please read it
slowly…
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 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 affection 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 were 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 to do it together 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 slightly 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 to 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 a divorce. I raised the serious topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to
be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I’m serious. I avoided
her question. This so-called answer 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, 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.
Late that night, I came
back home after entertaining my clients. I saw her writing something at the
table. I fall 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 a 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 romantically.
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 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, 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 a
bus, I drove to the 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 vague.
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
bigger. 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 lacked 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 tears. 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 what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every
morning until we are old. "
