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  "I will carry you in my arms until we are old"

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

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 Dews 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 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 stressed 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 and tried 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 lacking 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.

note: somebody from Malaysia, named Foo, shared this story online. He read it from a local newspaper. Now, I'm sharing it to you...


atomicvelvetsigh drank tea with Pandora @ 3:50 PM  


Anonymous 1/4 said...

i dnt force sum1 jus 2 b wid me!...i knw sumday, dis wil happn but m ready 4 it!...but luv d idea of companionship!

4/26/06, 2:43 PM  
Anonymous pedruita said...

yeah yeah.. and i thought he said you were 1/2 already! haa! just kdding.. peace!

4/26/06, 8:00 PM  
Anonymous 1/4 said...

naughty pedruita!
after reading this,
he might turn his
back on me...

4/27/06, 4:12 PM  
Blogger atomicvelvetsigh said...

well, excuse me you too.. but i think that anyone who reads this story and has second thoughts on doing something.. well, will stick to the one he really Loves. take note, not "infatuation" ok!

heee.. 1/4 lol sorry i can't go with you this sat. im busy.

why don't you just go here and contribute to what age you wanna go back in time
- > click this

4/28/06, 6:38 AM  
Anonymous 1/4 said...

praise you, pedruita!

tawt he'd turn back,
he said: is it my fault?

so i guess he was convinced
that sumtyms things happened
unexpectedly...in our world,
there is this thing called an "uncontrollable force" that
many of us cannot managed to
withdraw quickly...

like us..

4/28/06, 12:47 PM  
Anonymous pedruita said...

erm erm.. well if that's the case.. how would i protest to that now? hmm.. but still.. goodluck! (on you know what) hehe..

4/29/06, 6:44 AM  
Anonymous 1/4 said...


i think day by day
he's getting too serious
before he said:if can only make u my 1/2...
now he says:i think im fallen for u completely...

As I've said in my 360:
as much as i wanted to show my true feelings for him,
I said: I CANT!
because he said I am only 1/4 part of his life.
as much as i wanted to become 1/2
I said: I CANT!
because we're hurting too much the 5 people we love...

All "i can" is when
you tell me to STOP!

5/2/06, 1:52 PM  
Blogger atomicvelvetsigh said...

so this is the comment you said you posted. well, let me tell you my friend that you cannot force yourself to "unlove" someone that you do. but you shouldnt completely forget those that you Really Love in the first place too. It's just a matter of knowing your priorities and limits. Just look at it this way.. weigh all the negative and positive aspects of your relationship with Mr. 1/4 and hope this makes you see what your future moves should be.

btw, sorry cant talk to you on the phone as often as i want to.. you know my job.. just grabbing as much sleep as i can during the day. but hope you get out of this "torment" soon!

5/3/06, 11:11 AM  
Anonymous 1/4 said...

-i didnt mean to "unlove" I was just telling him in case he'd like to let go, I am willing to set him free!
-i am not in "torment"!

I A M I N L O V E !

-Weigh?no way!For now, all i wanna do is to be with him...sooner or later he'll be leaving me so i should get the most out of my time.

as always. Its hard to burst out wen u know that the person who understands u is always not around!

5/3/06, 2:14 PM  
Blogger atomicvelvetsigh said...

ok, now i do need to apologize to you.. yep, most of the time my phone is either ringing and nobody answers coz im online or sleeping. well, thing is i understand you but what if this relationship with Mr. 1/4 goes overboard? Are you willing to take the risk? And can you really handle it?

just asking..

5/8/06, 4:01 AM  
Anonymous 1/4 said...

if u see me dead with no reason, it means my better half took my life away. He said hed kill me before anybody cud touch me...

the risk i have to face.

5/8/06, 2:55 PM  
Blogger atomicvelvetsigh said...

oh my! don't talk that way! but did you tell him? ok now i am gonna call you! when did you post this?

5/10/06, 1:19 PM  

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