[分享] 婚姻

2008-07-22 · 2083 阅读

MARRIAGE When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, 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 raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This 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; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! 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. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. 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 now. The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request. I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. 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; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then 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; it was just like 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. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind... I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart. 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 away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.   That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.   The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage.

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dava LV5

发表于 23-7-2008 01:22:00 | 显示全部楼层

... ... 作者一定要把人写死才高兴 吼吼

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俏诸葛 LV4

发表于 23-7-2008 19:47:00 | 显示全部楼层

     老旧的故事了吧!楼主不如分享你自己的,估计大家会更有兴趣!

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肩膀 LV8

发表于 25-7-2008 10:18:00 | 显示全部楼层

<div class="msgheader">QUOTE:</div><div class="msgborder">以下是引用dava在2008-7-23 1:22:00的发言： ... ... 作者一定要把人写死才高兴 吼吼 </div>
也许。
 
不过这真的是我读过得最感人的有关婚姻的文章之一，所以拿出来和大家分享。
只是文章是英文的，所以有点那个。。。。

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肩膀 LV8

发表于 25-7-2008 10:24:00 | 显示全部楼层

<div class="msgheader">QUOTE:</div><div class="msgborder">以下是引用俏诸葛在2008-7-23 19:47:00的发言：      老旧的故事了吧!楼主不如分享你自己的,估计大家会更有兴趣! </div>
介个。。。。。
 
不知香艳版的，苦情版的，拉风版的，励志版的，颓废版的，唯美版的。。。
哪个更符合你的阅读习惯？

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俏诸葛 LV4

发表于 26-7-2008 17:34:00 | 显示全部楼层

           我更喜欢阅读你那版的,不知道是哪一版?

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香消影疏 LV14

发表于 26-7-2008 17:50:00 | 显示全部楼层

读过的，再次感动。比那种爱的死去活来的更能打动我~

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会心不远 LV6

发表于 29-7-2008 10:29:00 | 显示全部楼层

除了标题，愣是没看到“婚姻：俩字在哪里。

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水库马甲 LV12

发表于 29-7-2008 13:04:00 | 显示全部楼层

<div class="msgheader">QUOTE:</div><div class="msgborder">以下是引用香消影疏在2008-7-26 17:50:00的发言： 

读过的，再次感动。比那种爱的死去活来的更能打动我~
 

</div>这个故事里面的妻子不是也一样死去了吗？

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肩膀 LV8

发表于 30-7-2008 12:22:00 | 显示全部楼层

<div class="msgheader">QUOTE:</div><div class="msgborder">以下是引用俏诸葛在2008-7-26 17:34:00的发言：            我更喜欢阅读你那版的,不知道是哪一版? </div>
我的生活就像白开水一样平凡而又平淡，真的没什么值得讲的，呵呵。。