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 Jane
I didn’t love her anymore I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, 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 stranger
I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly.
Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see
To me her cry was actually a kind of release
The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
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 Jane.
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.