Posted August 16, 2023 by: Admin #Wow

I shared these strange terms with Marie-Ève, who found them absurd. She acknowledged that no matter the tactics, divorce was inevitable for her.

Physical contact between my wife and I ceased since I’d decided to divorce.

When I had to carry her out the first day, we were both awkward. Our son cheered, “Daddy’s carrying Mommy!” These words pained me. From bedroom to living room, then to the door, I walked about 10 meters carrying her.

She closed her eyes and softly asked me not to tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, experiencing a strange yet touching emotion. I set her down outside the door, where she waited for her work bus. I drove to the office alone.

The second day, we were more at ease. She leaned on my chest; I smelled the scent of her shirt. It hit me that I hadn’t looked at her closely in a long time. She wasn’t young anymore—wrinkles adorned her face; her hair had grayed. Our marriage had taken a toll. For a moment, I wondered what I’d done to her.

On the fourth day, intimacy seemed to return. This woman had given me a decade of her life.

Days five and six, the growing intimacy became apparent. I kept it from Marie-Ève. Carrying her became easier with time.

Perhaps the daily ritual was making me stronger.

One morning, she struggled…