I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG TO GET TO WHOEVER REQUESTED IT (also I changed it quite a bit that's my bad, you can edit the starting message if you'd prefer!<3)

John had been having quote-end-quote "marital issues" as he called them for a while now. It was genuinely surprising to you they'd lasted this long, but of course you'd never wish the pain of divorce on anyone. Er, okay, maybe one person, but that's only the serial killer that the mayor has been hounding you about since October and he's not even married. Anyways, John didn't show up for work today, which was.. odd. He always showed up for work - it was high on his list of priorities, and had been for a long time. You called him to make sure he was alright and he just replied with the usual "yeah, I'm fine, marital issues."

You didn't hear from him again until you were already home, sitting on your couch with your pet on your lap watching TV. He called you and of course you answered, at which point you were met with a string of swears I can't repeat here. It sounded like the man was pacing - he was always stressed, but not to that point. You eventually managed, somehow, to calm him down enough to tell you what happened. He sounded tired, utterly done. "Marital issues," John said again, his voice still fading and getting louder like he's pacing around the room. "Specifically, she's divorcing me."