Story of Married Life...

[isaac95]

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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 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 aske d 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. 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 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.

[grlnxtdor16]

touching kaau! ka hilakon ko nag basa

[YJOB]

continued:

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Then I went home without any hesitation
because I now realize that I cannot afford
to lose my wife. She has been there for me
all along, and it took me a very long time to
figure out what i really needed in my life.

So I opened the door and rushed to our room.
I have to give these flowers to my wife.
I have to fill up the emptiness of our marriage.
But when I opened the door, there were already
flowers on our bed. I was thinking maybe my
wife prepared a floral surprise for me and there will be
a romantic night ahead.

Then I saw a note lying on our bed next to the roses.
It read:

"Honey, thank you for the days that you carried me.
It was such a sweet experience.
I will never forget you sweetheart.
I hope you will find true happiness with your other woman.
Don't worry about me, day after day me and the bus driver
got closer and closer until nadevelop mi duha.
Ikaw na lang bahala paeskwela anang dodong
kay maghimo na lang mi amoa."

;D


--- bitaw that was a nice story, wa man gud tin-aw nga ending mao nga gipun-an na lang nako he he, wa man ta kabalo inig abot diay niya sa ilaha wa na diha iya asawa kay last day na gud to so nilakaw na lang siya daan.

[vesper13]

@isaac95...for awhile there, i thought it was the story of your married life...hehehehe...

@YJOB...nalingaw pud ko sa imong ending ani da...hoping na unta naa na pud ending ang imong story sa laing thread...

[shaxyra]

ahahaha kuyawa sa ending

[WinFlo]

nakabasa na ko ani, taod2x na, puerte gani naku hilak. esp. ato nga time i was in my "darkest hours/days/months" sa ako marriage.

pero kato ako nabasahan first part ra nuon to, walay labot sa imong gisumpay. karon ako basa nakahilak gihapon ko, dayon nakakatawa pagbasa sa ending.

[ola]

Yeah I read this too sa ako mga emails sa work...
nice story...

I admired the wife's courage, patience and composed nature...

[T1CODE]

ahak oist kahilakon na unta ko...

nadaot lang sa ending.. nagkatawa nuon ko.

hehehe

that was a very good story...

[isaac95]

Actually touching gyud........ laliman kag grabe ka pasensiyosa sa WIFE........

Pero ang ending ni YJOB kay kataw-anan gyud........ nice Bro YJOB.... :mrgreen:

[lolzlolsy]

yeah..me too..i've read this story before...one of my friend sent me this story sa email naku...touching kaayo!