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    Some of you might have seen this before, this is a short story that I like to share with all my brothers. It is a good reminded and worth every minute of your time especially for those married ones.


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    " 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 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. "
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    is this for real?
    chezburgr i can haz?

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    WoW ! touching story.

    Thanks for sharing.

    I'm Really Glad That You Have Made The Right Decision.

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    Quote Originally Posted by domdomino View Post
    WoW ! touching story.

    Thanks for sharing.

    I'm Really Glad That You Have Made The Right Decision.
    Bro...this is not me la....found this story somewhere and thought can share with you guys.
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    Quote Originally Posted by psychobiologist View Post
    is this for real?
    Quote Originally Posted by domdomino View Post
    WoW ! touching story.
    Thanks for sharing.

    I'm Really Glad That You Have Made The Right Decision.
    its not him la, its an email that has been forwarded to death. the list of email addresses is alot longer than the body of the msg.
    It is such a quiet thing to fall,
    But far more terrible is to admit it

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    Quote Originally Posted by vonlichenstein View Post
    its not him la, its an email that has been forwarded to death. the list of email addresses is alot longer than the body of the msg.
    But it is a good story.
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    Quote Originally Posted by CalvinDarius View Post
    But it is a good story.
    yeah
    It is such a quiet thing to fall,
    But far more terrible is to admit it

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    LOL ! paiseh ...

    see wrong.. hahaha

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    Quote Originally Posted by CalvinDarius View Post
    But it is a good story.
    Hey CalvinDarius

    Thanks for sharing.

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    Quote Originally Posted by King Tiger View Post
    Hey CalvinDarius

    Thanks for sharing.
    Np
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    yucks, lame sia.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Parchiao View Post
    yucks, lame sia.
    I assume you're single for making this statement...
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    Quote Originally Posted by Parchiao View Post
    yucks, lame sia.
    hahahaha, he long for someone carry him also..

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    i want Dew

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    dew is single now with a free house! haha y not ah! hahaha...
    and she'sso broken hearted! easy target?hehe...

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