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I'm Still Angry Of Him

By steambunz - Friday, October 10, 2008

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Love Stories

Story From A Husband

By steambunz - Thursday, October 09, 2008

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 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, okay?

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,"Darling, divorce her, okay? 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 asked 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 lat! er 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. 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 what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until we are old.

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.

My wife had been fighting cancer for months and I was so busy with Dew to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push through with the divorce. At least, in the eyes of our son, I'm a loving husband.

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. 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.

The End

Originally Written By : Author Unknown

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Journal

Mom Best Present

By steambunz - Thursday, October 02, 2008

As I help mom to the bathroom, holding her hands firmly to support her as she slowly got up from her bed after eating the birthday cake.

Uncle & Aunty started teasing me to leave me behind to stay with mom in the hospital. I glared at them while I supported my mom to the bathroom, grabbing the toothbrush and toothpaste before entering the bathroom.

Aunty pestered me to go help mom wiped her body. But I must as well just help her wash up and let mom go to bed. Can't stand the thought of me wiping her body.

Mom voice is so weak, it sounded like a baby bird squeaking. Her eyes were like a motherly eyes I've seen for 15 years. Her wrinkles looked more obvious now, as she started to age a lot.

Seeing the sight of that made me feel sad.

Today's her birthday. I remembered clearly, although I forgotten many times. I gave her my present yesterday in advance. RM13 Famous Amos cookies. She likes to eat. But kinda sad though, she has been hospitalized and couldn't eat too much. But she loves it. And I was the only daughter who gave her a present.

"Hold this cloth first," mom told me while she slowly helped herself to the toilet bowl.

I saw the packet of blood she's carry around with her. The removal of her paste.

Blood.

It gives me the creeps and sends pain across my body. Wonder why I'm in St.John Ambulance when I fear blood most.

I look away from the packet of blood, trying to calm myself down.

After finishing her business, I gave her her toothbrush as she begin brushing her teeth.

I looked outside. Everyone was waiting outside, talking.

She wiped her face with the wet cloth. I stand there, watching her every move, holding the toothbrush and the cup.

She was ready to go out after rinsing the cloth.

"No need to wipe your body meh," I asked looking at her.

"You help me arh," mom replied back with a soft tone.

"Of course I help larh."

"Okay"

She turned around and I took the wet cloth to wipe her back.

Rinse the cloth and wipe her upper body part.

I rinse the cloth repeatedly after wiping each part of the body.

I was about to wipe her chest, as I look at her.

Mom gave me a weak smile and said slowly,"Thank you so much....This is one of my best present I've ever had," she paused for a moment before continuing,"Thank you for your lovely present....I love it very much."

A moment of sadness strikes right in my heart. I didn't dare to look at her again, as I quickly turned around to rinse the cloth the last time without saying anything.

I felt so useless as a daughter to her. I've never been a good girl. I was always naughty. Always making my mom worried when I didn't tell her where I'm going. And yet she showered me with all her love.

Taking care of me. Cooking lunch for me so I won't starve myself in the afternoon. Work so hard to earn the money to support us.

And what good have I done for her?

Just, nothing.

I hold back my tears. There's no way I'm gonna cry in front of my mom. But, I know, she knows that I was crying silently. I hit the confidence button and a whole boost of confidence came running back to me.

"Let's go," I sing cheerfully as I helped mom out from the bathroom. Trying to cover my emotionless me.

As we stepped out from the bathroom. Everyone looking at us.

Chee Hou helped her back down on the bed. I walk out from the ward and took a deep breath before walking back in again. Refreshed.

After that, we spent a few moments chatting then we left the hospital. I was the last to leaved the room. Giving mom a big hug before leaving.

As I caught up with my Aunt, Uncle, Grandmas and my cousins, chatting happily away, on our way to have a family dinner together. Walking a new way in life.

Uncle sticked out the cigarette box. Lighting the cigarette.

"So, where you wanna eat?"

Everyone shouted McDonald's. I laughed along with them.

My laughter caught uncle's attention. He stared at me for awhile. He make a puff and say

"Aren't you suppose to stay with mom?"

Author's note : This is a non-fiction story based on my own experience

Happy Birthday Mom. I love you.