Today’s divorce, you have to take me out of the house

My wife said, it was you who brought me into the house. Now that we are getting divorced, you can take me out of the house again.

When I got married to my wife, I carried her over. At that time, we lived in a one-family bungalow. When the wedding car stopped in front of the door, a group of friends encouraged me to take her out of the car. So, amidst the cheers, I picked her up. She walked all the way to the ceremony place. At that time, my wife was a plump and mature shy girl, and I was a strong and happy newlywed man. This was a scene ten years ago.

The following days passed like water, having children, going to sea, doing business, and the indifference in marriage gradually appeared between us. The money is rising little by little, but the relationship is flattening little by little. My wife works as a civil servant in an administrative agency. Every day we go to work at the same time and get off work almost at the same time. Our children go to boarding school. To others, life may seem like unimpeachable happiness. But the more peaceful happiness is, the more likely it is that there will be sudden changes.

I have her. When life is as boring and ubiquitous as water, even a simple drink will feel like a real enjoyment. She is Luer.

The weather was very nice. I was standing on the large terrace. Luer stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly from behind. My heart was once again so wrapped up in her emotions that it almost took my breath away. This is the house I bought for Luer. Luer said to me, men like you are the most attractive to girls. I suddenly remembered my wife. When we first got married, she seemed to have said that once a man like you is successful, he is the most attractive to girls. Thinking of my wife's cleverness, I felt a slight knot in my heart. I clearly realized that I felt sorry for her. But he couldn't stop. I pushed Luer's hand away and said that you should buy some furniture by yourself. The company has other things to do today. Luer was obviously unhappy. After all, it was agreed that he would take her to buy furniture today. The possibility of divorce has become more and more important in my mind. What I thought was impossible at first has gradually become possible in my mind.

It’s just that I don’t know how to speak to my wife, because I know that if I speak, I will definitely hurt her. My wife has nothing to do with me. She is still busy in the kitchen preparing the evening meal. I still turn on the TV, sit there and watch the news. The meal is served quickly. After eating, the two of us watch TV together, or It's a person sitting in front of the computer and being blank for a while. Imagining Luer's body became my way of entertaining myself.

Try telling your wife, what do you think will happen if we get divorced? My wife rolled her eyes at me and said nothing, as if this kind of life was far away from her. I can't imagine my wife's behavior and thoughts once I said it.

When my wife went to the company to find me, Luer had just come out of my office. People in the company can't hide things from their eyes. When almost everyone looked at her with sympathy and spoke in a disguised language, my wife finally felt something. She still smiled at all my subordinates in her own capacity, but I read a kind of hurt in her eyes at the moment she had no time to dodge.

Luer said to me again, divorce He Ning, we are together. I nodded, having already expanded this idea to the point where I had to say it. When my wife brought the last dish, I held her hand. Say I have something to tell you. My wife sat down and ate quietly, and I remembered the hurt in her eyes, which was clearly visible again at this moment. Suddenly I felt that I couldn't bear it, but until now, I could only say it. Let's get a divorce, I said calmly about the uneasy things. My wife didn't show any special emotion and asked me calmly why. I laughed and said: No, I am not joking, this is a real divorce. My wife's attitude suddenly changed. She threw her chopsticks angrily and said loudly to me, "You are not a human being!"

At night, none of us paid attention to the other. My wife was crying quietly. I knew she wanted to know why. But I couldn't give her an answer because I couldn't extricate myself from the feeling Luer gave me. I drafted an agreement and showed it to my wife, which stated that I would give her the house, car, and 30% of the company's equity. When I wrote these things, I always felt sorry for my wife. My wife took them angrily, tore them into pieces, and ignored me. I felt that my heart ached a little. After all, we were lovers who had lived together for ten years. All the tenderness would turn into stranger-like eyes one day in the future. I felt a little unbearable in my heart, but as soon as the words came out, after all, it was Too late to take it back. My wife finally cried loudly in front of me. This was what I had always wanted. It seemed like something was released. All the thoughts that I had suppressed for several weeks became clear and firm with my wife's cry.

After drinking with a client, when I returned home half-drunk, my wife was lying there writing something. I lay on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I found my wife still sitting there. I turned over and fell asleep again. Finally, we got to the point where we had to divorce, but my wife declared to me that she didn’t want anything from me, and she just wanted me to agree to one condition before we divorced. The wife’s condition was simple, that is, give her another month, because in one month, the child would have finished his summer vacation, and she did not want the child to see the scene of his parents being separated, and during this month, he would have to be like before. Live like that.

I took over the agreement written by my wife, and she asked me, He Ning, do you still remember how I got married? Suddenly, the memories of the wedding came to me. I nodded and said I remembered. My wife said, you brought me in, but I still have a condition, that is, I want to get divorced, so you can take me out of this house again. It's up to you to decide whether this comes or not. However, I ask that you carry me out every day at work for this month, from the bedroom to the door. I laughed and said: OK. I think my wife is saying goodbye to her marriage in this way, or she is still attached to the past. I told Lu'er about my wife's request. Lu'er laughed a little frivolously and said that we would still get divorced anyway, so why are we doing so many tricks? She seemed to be very disdainful of my wife, which more or less made me feel uncomfortable.

On the first day, our movements were all stiff. Because once we explained it, we hadn't been in such close contact for a long time, and even the routine twice-weekly sex time was cancelled, and we were just like passers-by every day. My son clapped his little hands from behind and said, "Dad hugs mom, dad hugs mom." It made me feel a little sad. From the bedroom, through the living room, out the door, to the front door, more than ten meters away, my wife was in my arms, gently closing her eyes, and said to me, let’s start from today, don’t let the children know. I nodded, and the sadness that had just fallen surfaced again. I left my wife outside the gate, she went to wait for the bus, and I drove to work.

The next day, my wife and I moved much more casually. She leaned lightly on me, and I smelled the fresh fragrance of her clothes. My wife is indeed old. How many days have I passed? I had never seen her so close before, and there were fine wrinkles on her smooth skin. Why haven't I noticed that my wife has wrinkles? Or is it how long it has been since I noticed a woman I know so well in my bones?

On the third day, my wife whispered to me that the flower pond in the yard had been demolished, so be careful not to fall.

On the fourth day, when I picked up my wife in the bedroom, I had the illusion that we were still very close lovers, she was still my baby, and I was hugging her with all my heart, and everything about Lu'er's imagination became vague and vague.

On the fifth and sixth days, my wife would tell me some small details every time, such as where to hang the clothes after they are ironed, and be careful not to let oil splash when cooking. I nodded. , the illusion in my heart became more and more intense.

I didn’t tell Luer all this.

I feel that it is becoming less and less strenuous for me. It seems to be the result of exercise. I said to my wife, it is not so strenuous to hold you now.

My wife was picking out clothes, and I was waiting to take her out. My wife tried on several items, but none of them suited her well. She sighed and sat there, saying that her clothes were getting fatter. I laughed, but only half of the smile. I suddenly remembered that I was becoming less and less strenuous. It was not that I had become stronger, but that my wife had lost weight because she kept all her worries in her heart. At that moment, my heart ached tightly. I reached out my hand and tried to touch my wife's forehead.

The son came in, dad, it’s time to take mom out. He urged us, and it seemed that over the past few days, watching me go out with my wife in my arms had become a part of his show. My wife took my son and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away from him, fearing that I would turn all my unbearability into a reason for regret. Starting from the bedroom, then passing through the living room, the door, and the hallway, I hugged my wife, and her hands were around my neck lightly and naturally. I hugged her body tightly, feeling like I was back on that wedding day, but my wife's body became lighter and lighter, which often made me want to cry.

On the last day, when I picked up my wife, I was stunned and refused to leave. My son went to school, and my wife looked at me blankly and said, "Actually, I really want you to hold him until you grow old like this." I hugged my wife tightly and said to her, in fact, neither of us realized that this kind of intimacy of carrying you out is missing in life.

When I stopped the car, I had no time to lock the door. I was afraid that the delay of time would give up my idea again. I knocked on the door and Luer looked relaxed. I told her, I'm sorry Lu'er, I don't want a divorce. We really can’t leave. Lu'er looked at me in disbelief, stretched out her hand, touched my head and said, "You don't have a fever." I opened Lu'er's hand, looked at her, and said to her, I'm sorry Lu'er, I can only say sorry to you, I won't divorce. Maybe she and I were just because the ordinary life taught us to turn a blind eye, not to There is no emotion, I just realized it today. I brought her into my house. She gave me children and I will carry her until she grows old. Therefore, I can only say sorry to you.

Luer seemed to understand. She slapped me angrily, closed the door, and burst into tears. I went downstairs and drove to the company. When passing by the flower shop that I must pass by when I go to work, I ordered a bouquet of love grass for my wife, her favorite. The lady in the gift shop brought a card and asked me to write a congratulatory message. I smiled and wrote on it: I want it. I will carry you out of the house every day until you are old.