Marriage
I was walking out of the train and approaching the EZ-Link exit when this lady stepped in front of me. I was still pretty ok with that until she froze right before the exit with her card already in her hand and frozen in mid-air, making me wonder if she had just suffered some paralysis problem.
She was engrossed at looking at the man beside her.
He was having difficulty getting his card out from his pocket and she was simply engrossed in watching him having difficulty. No help offered, just staring away like it's come entertaining freak show. Not to mention she's standing right before the EZ-Link exit effectively blocking everyone else from going past with her blob size body.
And I was patient enough to permit her to finish watching her freak show which didn't take too long[thank god] for someone behind him offered to hold his heavy luggage bag while he freed both his hands to fish for his card.
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Just another story I have encountered.
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. 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 marriage life seemed to be enviably happy.
Dew came into my life. My heart was immersed in her strong love. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who draws girls' attention. 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.
At that moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mention it, she would be deeply hurt. She was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner while I would sit in front of the TV. But as I lounged before the TV, I would be visualizing Dew's body.
One day I said to her in a joking way, "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds speechless. Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something too far away from her. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand and said,"I've got something to tell you." 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 said calmly
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?". I avoided her eyes. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!" and fled into the room sobbing.
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping softly. I know she wants 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.
I drafted a divorce agreement which states 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 soon. 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 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 that she had 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 broken.
Then asked me,"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. I carried you in my arms."
She continued, "So, I have a requirement. 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 almost 4 years ago. 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 bride in my arms. The visualization of Dew became less distinct.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me some things 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. 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 into the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision.
I arrived at Dew's apartment. 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 have no fever." She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. I wanted a divorce 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. 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."
Perhaps my parents can take a lesson or two from this story.
She was engrossed at looking at the man beside her.
He was having difficulty getting his card out from his pocket and she was simply engrossed in watching him having difficulty. No help offered, just staring away like it's come entertaining freak show. Not to mention she's standing right before the EZ-Link exit effectively blocking everyone else from going past with her blob size body.
And I was patient enough to permit her to finish watching her freak show which didn't take too long[thank god] for someone behind him offered to hold his heavy luggage bag while he freed both his hands to fish for his card.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just another story I have encountered.
On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. She was then plump and shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. This was the scene of ten years ago. 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 marriage life seemed to be enviably happy.
Dew came into my life. My heart was immersed in her strong love. Dew said, "You are the kind of man who draws girls' attention. 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.
At that moment, the idea of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something impossible to me. However, I found it difficult to tell my wife about it. No matter how mildly I mention it, she would be deeply hurt. She was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing dinner while I would sit in front of the TV. But as I lounged before the TV, I would be visualizing Dew's body.
One day I said to her in a joking way, "Suppose we divorce, what will you do?" She stared at me for a few seconds speechless. Apparently she believed that 'divorce' was something too far away from her. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand and said,"I've got something to tell you." 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 said calmly
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, "Why?". I avoided her eyes. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, "You are not a man!" and fled into the room sobbing.
That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping softly. I know she wants 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.
I drafted a divorce agreement which states 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 soon. 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 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 that she had 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 broken.
Then asked me,"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. I carried you in my arms."
She continued, "So, I have a requirement. 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 almost 4 years ago. 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 bride in my arms. The visualization of Dew became less distinct.
On the fifth and sixth day, she kept reminding me some things 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. 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 into the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my decision.
I arrived at Dew's apartment. 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 have no fever." She said. I moved her hand off my head. "Sorry, Dew. I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. I wanted a divorce 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. 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."
Perhaps my parents can take a lesson or two from this story.
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