Beautiful Story

[Swanky]

I saw this blog before somewhere and then I found it on my friend's page (too bad she din't put the source). This is a nice and touchy story. To cheaters, wives, husbands and mistresses alike. I didn't correct the language, just put it as it was written. Brought a tear to my eye.

The worst one can ever do to his/her partner (wife or husband) is to cheat on that person.

What would you do if you're in this situation?

Happy reading everyone!

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 anymore.

When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. Ive 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, dont 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.

[girlx]

dew sounds like a little harlot!

[Swanky]

I know, but this scenario is about intimacy and forgiveness and all that. Believe it or not it's a true story that's why I left it in it's original state. Dew was the 'second wife' but well, the guy woke up to her machinations.

[donna]

its a pity that it took an affair with dew to wake him up to the lovely woman he was already with. sometimes we do take those closest to us for granted, but we also have to realise that the grass isnt always greener on the other side.

if this is a true story, i really do hope that this man never forgets what he has.

[burman]

I like this story but think I have read it before, but anyway nice to read it again.

Fleshed out enough it could make a good 'character study' film.

[Raesum]

We got married overseas and so included in our wedding were the vows and the words "Till Death us do Part". With 18 years behind us now I don't see this as being impossible.Got to remember to keep the spark alive and also respect each other. If you marry the right person you not only get a husband/wife but also a friend and companion for life.

[Tinkelbell]

When I married someone I expect that person I could grow old with.

That's why this story is really touching.

The ending is similar with what I'm hoping for. He had come home to her finally.

[CHARLES1949]

ENJOYED THE STORY MUCH

[aprelle]

Nearly in tears after reading it. Lovely story.

[surgunn]

really nice story, and is it true story?

but why a woman tries to steal a man from his family, that is so cruel..

maybe she believe she will be happy, but I am sure nobody can be happy after making others cry..

thanks for posting this nice story.

[F1fanatic]

Are you all mad?!

Women are so pathetic that they cling to 'their man' in such a demeaning way.....and men are so pathetic they submit to the ridiculous 'terms' and don't know what they actually want?!

Personally, I find the story sick and embarrassing. Beautiful?? Not by any stretch of the imagination!

[girlx]

ha- jaded much?

[F1fanatic]

ha- jaded much?

I don't think so. I just think self respect is important for both men and women.

This awful story is just desperation on the part of the woman, and demeaning stupidity on the part of the man!

Nothing close to a 'love' story!

Edited January 4, 2009 by F1fanatic

[girlx]

i tend to agree, but i am jaded too...

[bruceboy]

An excellent story.