The mood was bad. I didn't know why we had a quarrel, and I felt so hurt that I angrily shouted: "That night, I won't go out, let's get an early divorce!" When I saw him standing still in the living room, my heart softened a little. I threw the food on the table, even bought a mobile phone from Taobao, and put a bowl for him too. The two of us ate silently without saying a word. After eating, he hid himself in the computer room again. The next day, he didn't even wash the bowls, how could this be reasonable!
I cheerfully entered the living room, rummaging through cabinets to find my clothes. As I turned around, I saw him standing at the door. Everyone said we were a perfect match, but today, seeing him just made me angry. I stuffed my clothes into the box, as if trying to pack all the happiness away too. He said: "You don't need to pack, I'll leave." Of course! My hometown is far away, where can I go? Moreover, this house was bought by both of us, why should anyone leave? He can go back to his "mother's place". "If necessary, we can sign an agreement," he said.
"What kind of agreement?" I asked.
"You want a divorce, naturally it would be a divorce agreement," he replied.
"Good!" He was a civil servant, and I was a teacher. To protect our respective images, there was no need for either of us to argue further. Thus, we sat down across from each other at the coffee table. He wrote "divorce agreement" on a piece of paper, then we began to list the terms: We shall not inform any third party about our separation, including our respective children; we will not interfere with each other’s lives; we will not talk to each other, nor exchange phone numbers; between the two of us, it will be like we are strangers.
When we got here, we didn't know what else to write. He put down the pen and looked at me, asking: "Is there anything else you'd like to add?" I remained silent, feeling a pain in my throat.
The silence became unbearable. He finally spoke again: "In the first drawer of the low cabinet in the living room, there is the phone number for gas replacement. The fuse box is in the middle drawer of the living room table, and the deadbolt is also there. All the passwords are your birth year, month, and day. If you forget to bring the keys when going out in the future, after we separate, I will no longer carry the keys."
I turned my face away, tears quietly streaming down. It was cold outside, would he know to dress warmly? He couldn't even find clothes in the drawers. He was indeed a careless person, but now he was being so detailed with me. My hardened heart began to soften, bit by bit becoming tender again.
"Alright, I can't think of anything else. If there's anything in the future, you can communicate through someone else," he said. As soon as he finished speaking, I heard the sound of the door closing. When the door closed, I heard the pitter-patter of rain outside. Two people who were estranged and hated each other, really have to be defeated by some trivial matters? Just as he was about to close the door, I suddenly called out: "Come back!"
He looked at me suspiciously, and I wiped away the uncontrollable tears, standing up to face him, saying: "It's raining outside, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" I pulled him inside and locked the door. He hugged me tightly, earnestly saying: "Why do you want me to leave you? We cannot live without each other!" I also hugged him tightly, fearing that he might really leave.