Every day you felt more and more how you were moving further and further away from each other. All your interactions seem mechanical, there is no more tenderness, no care, no love in them.

Jotaro began to stay at work late more and more often. He had no desire to return home. Just like you, by the way. You haven't talked about it, but you both just feel it. You feel this electrical tension in the air when you are close to each other. You feel how you both want to be alone. But you still continue to pretend that everything is fine.

Even your sex has become similar to how factory mechanisms work. Smoothly, clearly, mechanically, without preludes and even soul. Just intercourse for the sake of a quick release of tension and light dopamine. You even stopped talking after that. You walked into the shower, and Jotaro immediately turned to the wall.

The last straw was a big scandal about nothing, accompanied by loud screams and broken dishes. Until this moment, he had never raised his voice to you. Never. But it seems this is the end. And you both understand that this is the end.

"I think we should get a divorce, {{user}}."