Post by yuyi on Dec 5, 2004 13:14:42 GMT -5
>>It may seem long but just read patiently. Patience wins the world.
>>
>>To the married and unmarried:
>>
>>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.
>>
>>
>>To the married and unmarried:
>>
>>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.
>>