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"Why?" My wife asked, "What happened to our marriage?" I shrugged, I avoided her question. I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. This made her mad, she threw away the chopsticks and stormed off to bed.
I fell asleep after the day with Jane. Morning came and she presented me her divorce conditions; until our son has his exams -in a month's time- we both are to struggle to live as normal a life as possible. And also...
And also, I am to carry her from here to the front door every morning, just like our wedding days. Putting up with her, I agreed. The first day, we were both cautious and clumsy. Our son laughed joyfully behind us as we made our way through the living room,"Daddy carrying mommy!"
This was much easier on the second day, and by the fifth and sixth, everything felt natural. Our intimacy was returning, I took a long look at her; she's not so young anymore! Her hair was greying fast and there were wrinkles around her eyes. She's so thin! What had I done to her?
The month went by and I knew what I had to do. Jane slapped me in the face and cried when I told her. I still love my wife; I just forgot how to appreciate the details of our lives. She's the one who gave me a home, a family and her youth. I dashed to the flower shop, bought a huge bouquet of roses, and wrote "I will hold you till death do us part."
"Mommy! Wake up! Mom!" Our son's face changed from confusion to terror as realization dawned on him. "Mommy's dead, isn't she?" Cold. Numb. Cold. Cold. The roses slipped from my grasp. Realization hit me as well; she's thin because she is, was, sick! And I didn't even notice. I'm not a man! Now that I'm back, why must you be gone?
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