It's just those messages that filled your FS inbox with friends who love to forward them.. I've been thinking of making a thread like this so here goes: This is the recent forwarded msg i have received: [b]Title:[/b] [i]When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms[/i] [b]Content:[/b] [quote]On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped > in > front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of > the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump > and > shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom. > > This was the scene ten years ago. > > The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid; > I > went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were > steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a > civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost > at > the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school. > > Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was > more > likely to be affected by unpredictable changes. > > > Dew came into my life. > > It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from > behind. My heart once again was immersed in her > stream of love. This was > the apartment I bought for her. > > Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her > words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my > wife > said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls. > > Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my > wife. But I couldn't help doing so. > > I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture, > O.K.? > I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy, > because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the > idea > of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something > impossible to me. > > However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No > matter > how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt. > > Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing > dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon. > Then > we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer, > visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment. > > One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce, > what > will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word. > Apparently > she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I > couldn't > imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious. > > When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped > > out. Almost all the > staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide > something > while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently > smiled > at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes. > > Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live > together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more. > > When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something > to > tell you, I said. 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 serious > topic > calmly. > > She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, > why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer 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, because my heart had gone to Dew. > > 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 i[/quote]