Suddenly I did not know how to open my mouth !. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want the divorce. I raised the topic calmly. She did not seem upset by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% of the shares of my company. She glanced at him and then broke it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. We are very sorry for their loss of time, resources and energy but I could not take back what he had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected. 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 home very late and found her writing something at the table. I did not have dinner, but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after a long day with Jane. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just do not care what I turned around and was asleep again.In morning presented her divorce conditions: she wanted nothing from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that month both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Their reasons were simple: our son had his exams within a month and did not want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.This was nice to me. But he had something more, she asked me to remember what had taken place in the living bride on our wedding. She requested that every day for the duration of the month to carry out our room to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.I told Jane about the conditions of divorce my wife. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks applied, has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I had not had any body contact since specific mention of my intention to divorce is made. So when carried out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son broke behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the living room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; do not tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling a little annoyed. He left me on the floor in front of the door. She went to wait for the bus to go to work. I went alone to the office.