Broken Marriage

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Date: September 23, 2014 (8 years ago)

11 August 2013

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, "Ive got something to tell you."

She sat down and ate quietly.
Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I did'nt 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 didnt 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 did'nt 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 Jane. I did'nt 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 Jane 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 didnt have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.

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 did'nt 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 didnt 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 every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning. I thought she was going crazy.

Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane 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 had'nt 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 Mommy 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 had'nt looked at this woman carefully for a long time.

I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her f...

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September 23, 2014 (8 years ago)


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September 23, 2014 (8 years ago)

I have already read this countless times before, and it has never failed to make me sad. Thanks for posting this.


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September 23, 2014 (8 years ago)

... tragic and sad... Often, we fail to appreciate the blessings we already have and choose to still yearn for something else...

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September 24, 2014 (8 years ago)

many times i have read this too!but same feeling i get every time i read....

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