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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 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. Then 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.

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