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    Interesting Anecdotes

    When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms
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    (ignore the bad English and enjoy the story.)

    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 request, 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 out crying. I walked downstairs and drove to the office.

    When I passed the florist 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.
    Never argue with a fool or he will drag you down to his level and beat you at it through sheer experience!

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    Nov, Ungalukku Kalyanam Ayiducha???

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    Ha! Ha! Good one Nov!! But uhm....it's okay to plagiarise, here too????

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    Quote Originally Posted by Cindy
    Nov, Ungalukku Kalyanam Ayiducha???
    andha soga kathaiyai en kekkureenga.
    I say this becos my wife doesnt surf.
    Never argue with a fool or he will drag you down to his level and beat you at it through sheer experience!

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    Quote Originally Posted by nirosha sen
    Ha! Ha! Good one Nov!! But uhm....it's okay to plagiarise, here too????
    Niro, these are stories that circulate through emails, the identity of the author lost somewhere in transit.
    As long as we don't do this for a profit and give credit if known, I don't see why not?

    Or do you have alternative views?
    Never argue with a fool or he will drag you down to his level and beat you at it through sheer experience!

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    hmmm well i guess im too use to reading novels and such...it was a nice ancedote as you promised... maybe way too polished and loosed ends all tied up and quite a rash man...who knows in few years time when he hits another boredom streak....seriously though many people may the stupid mistake of thinking they can hide such things from their children...at times they are the first to know....and at times they have a deeper sense about these things...after all they are your children! Don't stay together for them when you are truly miserable....you forge that mommmy and daddy miserable makes child miserable as well..and just as well as you think you hide it they will too....work all you want on your marriage..but let them know too..acknowledge that they too are apart of your life....

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    Nope! I have no other alternatives to suggest, my dear! I really thought Ajay deVerma was the original author! Thanks for clarifying!

    And sorry for hurtin' your feelings!

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    Hurt?
    Why Niro?

    You brought up a very good point.

    Take it easy my friend.
    Never argue with a fool or he will drag you down to his level and beat you at it through sheer experience!

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    A man told his grandson: "A terrible fight is going on inside me -- a
    fight between two wolves. One is evil, and represents hate, anger,
    arrogance, intolerance, and superiority . The other is good, and
    represents joy, peace, love, tolerance, understanding, humility,
    kindness,
    empathy, generosity, and compassion. This same fight is going on
    inside
    you, inside every other person too."
    The grandson then asked: "Which wolf will win?" The old man replied
    simply: "The one you feed."

    So which wolf do we feed everyday?

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    Morning - the good one....
    Afternoon...the bad one....

    U wanna know why???

    In the morning, I wake up, tell myself "this is another good day today!"... be good.......

    In the afternoon, after reading so many mails (some nasty) and getting backstabbed at work, I become too annoyed and so, I feed the bad one.....
    Am trying very hard not to....but, alas! , am not a saint!!

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