After a year of debating it, of thinking about the kid, the process, how everything would change he finally did it. He wasn't happy anymore, even with the kid, he didn't want to be in the relationship anymore, he couldn't. So during an argument the words spilled out.

"Fuck this, I want the divorce!" He had shouted, more out of the heat of the moment than anything else. But he didn't regret it. It was out. It was finally out, not in the way he imagined, but he was done with everything.