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Carry me out in you arms...

Discussion in 'Jokes' started by Abha, Apr 23, 2007.

  1. Abha

    Abha Bronze IL'ite

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    When you divorce me, Carry me out in your arms . . .

    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 u 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.

    Then 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 to go and see it 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 with work around the house. I was sitting in front of the TV. 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 a 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!". And 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 the 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. 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 the 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 looking, 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. Then 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 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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  2. sheshin

    sheshin Gold IL'ite

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    Hi Abha,
    It's really touching story.Thanks for posting.I couldn't control myself forwarding this to my husband.

    Love:)
    Neelima
     
  3. raginiprakash

    raginiprakash Senior IL'ite

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    Hey! Abha,

    That was so touching!! So true..........during the course of our everyday lives, most often we forget to say something nice, do something special for our partner.

    Words fail me to say anything else after reading this.........

    Thanks for posting!

    Cheers!
    Ragini
     
  4. cheer

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    Dear Abha,

    U made me cry:cry: . Indeed true, we often take each other granted & after a couple of yr of our marriage we lost intimacy. That leads us sorrow. We should understand the importance of marriage & express our love time to time.

    Thanx for sharing with us:wave
     
  5. Abha

    Abha Bronze IL'ite

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    hey all

    Thanks for such great replies, i read this almost a year back and it did bring tears to my eyes... so i can understand...

    i just want to say that Love has a lot of power, a lot of life's problems can be corrected by love... and one should try and find love in simple things that your partner does for you... Love is always present but we cant see it very often... so we should Listen for Love in the words of ppl around us.

    thanks
    ~Abha
     
  6. sunitak

    sunitak Junior IL'ite

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    happy marriage

    This touched my heart - I hope it touches yours.
    >
    > > > 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 months 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
    > > > realised 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. 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 realise 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.
    > > >
    > > > 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.
     
  7. puni88

    puni88 Moderator Staff Member IL Hall of Fame

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    Re: happy marriage

    Very good one!!
    After so many years of marriage we loose interest with each other as we don't spend quality time.
    I am going to forward this to my husband.
     
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    cheer Silver IL'ite

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    Re: happy marriage

    :2thumbsup::wave
     
  10. Shanthi

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    Re: happy marriage

    Oh my GOD,
    What a wonderfull story. Made me realise how easily we sacrifice the intimacy we have with our loved one for our daily routines. This article has changed my views a lot. Thanks for posting it.

    Love:wave
     

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