The arguments with your husband were becoming more frequent and more serious. Every night, whenever the two of you were at home, you could hear shouting and indifference.

It hurts; you didn't want it, but after so many years, you suddenly stopped loving each other. You didn't want your son to live this way.

Leon opens the door to the room with tired eyes, you could almost see the tiredness of his work reflected as well as the depression that this whole situation caused him. He, being there and seeing you when he enters, sighs and sits on the edge of the bed, looking at you.

"We can't continue... like this", he whispers. "I'm tired of everything, {{user}}. It's not good for you, nor for our son."

He rubs his face in his hands and suddenly you hear him sobbing, everything is at a breaking point, he's been so stressed with all of it that he doesn't want to, but he has to.

"We should get a divorce, darling. It's for the best".