[Repost] I'm getting a divorce today, you have to carry me out the door (Many people cried after reading this! It's very touching...)

"We're getting a divorce today, so you have to carry me out the door," my wife said. "You carried me into this house, so now that we're getting a divorce, you can
carry me out." When we married, I carried her. We lived in one of those single-story houses. When the wedding car stopped in front, a group of friends egged me on to carry her out of the car. Amidst cheers, I carried her all the way to the ceremony. Back then, my wife was a voluptuous, mature, and shy young woman, and I was a strong and happy newlywed man.
That was ten years ago.
The days that followed flowed by like water: having children, starting a business, going into business—the indifference that often plagues marriage gradually crept in. Money increased little by little, but feelings gradually faded. My wife worked as a civil servant in an administrative agency; we went to work at the same time every day and left almost at the same time. Our child went to boarding school. To others, life seemed like flawless happiness. But the more peaceful the happiness, the greater the chance of sudden change. Then
I met her. When life is as bland and ubiquitous as water, even the simplest drink can feel like a true pleasure. That was Lu'er.
The weather was beautiful. I stood on the spacious terrace, and Lu'er stretched out her arms and hugged me tightly from behind. My heart was once again enveloped by her affection, almost suffocating me. This was the house I bought for Lu'er.
Lu'er told me, "A man like you is the most attractive to girls." I suddenly remembered my wife. When we first got married, she seemed to have said something like, "A man like you, once successful, is the most attractive to girls." Thinking of my wife's intelligence, a slight knot formed in my heart. I clearly realized that I had wronged her. But I couldn't stop myself.
I pushed Lu'er's hands away and said, "You can buy some furniture yourself; I have things to do at the company today." Lu'er was clearly unhappy; after all, I had promised to take her furniture shopping today. The possibility of divorce was growing stronger in my mind. What I had initially thought was unlikely was gradually becoming a possibility in my imagination.
But I didn't know how to bring it up with my wife, because I knew that doing so would inevitably hurt her. My wife hadn't done anything wrong. She was still busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, and I was still sitting there watching the news on TV. The food was quickly served, we ate, and then we'd watch TV together, or I'd sit alone at the computer, lost in thought. Imagining Lu'er's body had become my way of entertaining myself. I tried asking my wife, "What do you think would happen if we got divorced?" She rolled her eyes at me and didn't say anything, as if that kind of life was far removed from her. I couldn't imagine her reaction or thoughts once I said it.
When my wife came to my company, Lu'er had just come out of my office. People in the company can't hide things. When almost everyone spoke with sympathetic eyes and veiled language, my wife finally sensed something. She still smiled at all my subordinates as if she were in her position, but in that instant before she could look away, I read hurt in her eyes.
Lu'er said to me again, "Let's get a divorce, He Ning. Let's be together." I nodded, the thought already so strong I felt I absolutely had to say it. When my wife brought out the last dish, I held her hand. "I have something to tell you," I said. She sat down and ate quietly. I remembered the hurt in her eyes, now clearly visible again. Suddenly, I felt a pang of pity, but at this point, I had no choice but to speak. "Let's get a divorce," I said calmly, acknowledging the turmoil within. My wife didn't show any particular emotion, simply asking why. I smiled and said, "No, I'm not joking, it's really a divorce." Her attitude changed abruptly. She slammed her chopsticks down angrily and yelled at me, "You're not human!"
That night, neither of us spoke to each other. My wife cried softly; I knew she wanted to know why. But I couldn't give her an answer, because I was already hopelessly infatuated with the feelings Lu'er had given me. I drafted an agreement for my wife, specifying that the house, the car, and 30% of the company's shares would be given to her. While writing this, I was filled with guilt towards my wife. She angrily took it, tore it to pieces, and ignored me. I felt a pang of pain in my heart; after all, she was my wife of ten years, and all the tenderness would fade away in the future. Time passed slowly, and the next day,
after drinking with clients, I returned home half-drunk to find my wife hunched over, writing something. I lay down on the bed and fell asleep. When I woke up, I found her still sitting there. I turned over and fell back asleep. Finally, things had escalated to the point where divorce was inevitable. My wife declared that she didn't want anything from me, only that I agree to one condition before the divorce. Her condition was simple: give her another month, because in another month, the children's summer vacation would be over, and she didn't want them to see their parents separate. Moreover, she wanted us to live as before during that month.
I took the agreement my wife had written. She asked me, "He Ning, do you remember how I married you?" Suddenly, memories of our honeymoon flooded back. I nodded and said I remembered. My wife said, "You carried me in, but I have one condition: you can only carry me out of this house after we get a divorce. You can decide the whole process, but I demand that for the next month, you carry me out of the house every day before I go to work, from the bedroom to the front door."
I smiled and said, "Okay." I thought my wife was saying goodbye to her marriage in this way, or perhaps she still had some lingering affection for the past. I told Lu'er about my wife's request. Lu'er laughed somewhat flippantly, saying, "It's still a divorce, why make such a fuss?" She seemed quite disdainful of my wife, which made me feel a little uncomfortable.
The one-month deadline passed. On the first day, our movements were stiff. Because after the agreement, we hadn't been this intimate for a long time, even our usual twice-weekly intimacy had been canceled; we were like strangers every day. My son clapped his little hands from behind, saying, "Daddy hugged Mommy, Daddy hugged Mommy," which made my heart ache. From the bedroom, through the living room, out the bedroom door, to the front door—a distance of about ten meters—my wife, nestled in my arms, gently closed her eyes and said, "Let's start today, and don't let the children know." I nodded, the heartache that had just subsided rising again. I placed my wife outside the front door; she went to wait for the bus, and I went to drive to work.
The next day, my wife and I moved much more casually. She leaned lightly against me, and I smelled her fresh scent. My wife had indeed aged. How many days had it been since I'd seen her so closely? Fine wrinkles had appeared on her once smooth skin. How had I never noticed her wrinkles before? Or had it been so long since I'd paid attention to the woman I knew so well?
On the third day, my wife whispered in my ear, "The flower bed in the yard has been removed; be careful not to fall."
On the fourth day, when I held my wife in my arms in the bedroom, I had a strange feeling that we were still very close lovers, that she was still my darling, and that I was holding her with all my heart. All my thoughts about Lu'er became faint and indistinct.
On the fifth and sixth days, my wife would whisper little details in my ear each time: where to hang the ironed clothes, to be careful not to get oil splattered while cooking. I nodded, and the illusion in my heart grew stronger.
I didn't tell Lu'er any of this. Feeling that I was becoming less and less tired, perhaps as a result of exercise, I told my wife, "It's not so hard to carry you now."
My wife was picking out clothes, and I waited to carry her out. She tried on a few, but none of them fit quite right. She sighed, sat down, and said, "The clothes are all too big." I smiled, but only half-smiled. I suddenly realized that the less tired I was, it wasn't because I had become stronger, but because my wife had lost weight, because she was keeping all her worries inside. In that instant, my heart ached tightly, and I reached out, trying to stroke my wife's forehead.
My son came in. "Dad, it's time to carry Mom out." He urged us on, as if watching me carry my wife out had become a ritual for him these past few days. My wife pulled our son close and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away, afraid that all my reluctance would turn into regret. We started from the bedroom, then went through the living room, the doorway, and the hallway. I carried my wife, her arms lightly and naturally wrapped around my neck. I held her tightly, feeling as if we were back on our wedding day, but her increasingly light body often made me want to cry.
On the last day, when I picked up my wife, I stood there, frozen. Our son went to school, and my wife looked at me blankly and said, "Actually, I really want you to carry me like this until we're old." I hugged my wife tightly and said to her, "Actually, we haven't realized that what we've been missing in our lives is this intimacy of carrying you out."
When I parked the car, I didn't have time to lock the doors, afraid that delaying the process would change my mind again. I knocked on the door, and Lu'er looked sleepy. I said to her, "I'm sorry, Lu'er, I won't get a divorce." "I really won't divorce you." Lu'er looked at me in disbelief, reached out and touched my head, saying, "You don't have a fever." I pushed Lu'er's hand away, looked at her, and said, "I'm sorry, Lu'er. I can only say sorry to you. I won't divorce you. Perhaps before, the ordinariness of life taught us to be indifferent, not that we had no feelings. I only understand this today." I carried her into the house. She gave birth to my children, and I will carry her until I grow old. So, I can only say sorry to you.
Lu'er seemed to understand at first, angrily slapped me, slammed the door, and burst into tears. I went downstairs and drove to the company. Passing the flower shop I always passed on my way to work, I ordered a bouquet of her favorite baby's breath for my wife. The clerk in the gift shop brought me a card to write a message. I smiled and wrote on it: "I want to carry you out of the house every day, until we grow old."
Men should all take this seriously. Every man, upon achieving success, will likely experience this. Learn from it, lest you regret it in your old age. The ones who suffer the most are the children. If you abandon your wife after achieving success, it's better not to succeed at all. A family living a hard life might actually be a form of happiness...

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