Touching Story: HOW I KILL MY WIFE

Story share by Emanuel Collins

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, blah...blah...Blah. These may bring about some kind of security and fulfillment, but may never translate to happiness. So make concerted effort to be your spouse's best friend and do those little things required to promote intimacy in your relationship. As you read this story, do have a real happy marriage.

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When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said; I've got something to tell you... 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 topic calmly.

She didn't 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 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, she had lost my heart to Angela. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her.

With a deep sense of guilty 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 strange, I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy, but I could not take back what I have said for I loved Angela, my girlfriend.

The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Angela. 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 didn't 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 didn't want to disrupt it 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 our 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 Angela 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 hadn't had anybody contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day we both appeared clumsy. Our son dapped behind us, saying 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 I0 meters with her in my harm. 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 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 hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkle's on her face, her hair was graying. Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.

On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.

On the fifth and sixth clay, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Angela about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.

She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had-grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.

Suddenly it nit me... she had buried so much pain   and bitterness   in   her   heart.

Subconsciously i reached out and touch her head.   

          Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mummy out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to or son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then 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; it was just like 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, I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t notice that our life lacked intimacy.

          I drove to office …jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind …. I walked upstairs. Angela open the door and I said to her, sorry I do not want the divorce anymore. She looked at me astonished and then touched mu forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry baby. I replied, I won’t divorce her. My marriage life was boring 

probably because site and I didn't value the details of our lives not because we didn't love each other anv more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.

Angela 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 away. At the flowers shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife, the sales girl ask me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I will carry you out every morning until death do us apart. That evening I arrived home, flower in my hands, a smile on my face, I run upstairs only to find my wife in the bed – dead.

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