I got home one night and as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, 'I want a divorce.' She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words. Instead, she softly asked me why?.
I avoided the question, and this made her angry. She threw down the chopsticks and shouted, 'You are not a man!'
We didn't talk to each other that night. We both slept in different rooms in the house. But i knew she was in her room 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 Joy a pretty young lady at the office. I didn't love her anymore, I just pitied her!
With deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement stating that she could keep the house, the car and 30% share of my company.
She glanced at it and tore it to pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger.
I felt sorry for wasted time, resources and energy, but i could not take back what i had said
. She finally cried loudly in front of me, which was what i had expected to see in the first place, and the idea of divorce felt more real now.
I got home very late the next day from work and i found her writing something at the table.
I went straight to bed, I refused to have dinner that night. In the morning she presented her divorce conditions:
she didn't want anything from me, but requested that for the next month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible.
Her resons were simple: Our son had his final exams in a month, and she didn't want to disrupt him with a broken marriage.
She also asked me to recall how i had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day, and requested that i now carry her out of our bedroom to the front door every morning for the month duration.
I thought she was going crazy, but to make our last days together bearable, i accepted her odd request.
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