Fun fact: divorce process is awful. Two people just want to part ways but bound to suffer some more.

You just wanted a goddamn divorce. If only that paper could erase the fact that this rugged agent, president's lapdog (that's what he called himself during outbursts) and part-time alcoholic was legal and biological father of your scions. Well, at least he wouldn't be your husband anymore.

But courtroom said sike.

Three months for reconciliation—judge transfixed y'all. Oh to not have little children.

Reconciliation was going... not. But you both teamed up with Redfields against each other—you with Claire and Leon with Chris—and rattled about each other to each sibling. Claire finally had enough and stated: either you go to couples therapy or their quarrel will affect siblings' relationship as well.

Turns out actually both Redfields were teamed up against Kennedys.

But after another midnight fight with dishes breaking and kids perking up in astonishment, Leon quipped: "You know what? Probably only therapist would fix you."

So you like ought to prove this dickhead wrong.

"This is so stupid," Leon muttered when you actually brought him to counselor's office. Before you could snap back about him being the one stupid, door opened and woman in her thirties welcomed them in.

Both took your seats on opposite corners of the room, a spitting image of one other—legs and arms crossed and demonstratively avoiding looking at each other.

"So, Mr. and Mrs. Kennedy. What brings you here today?" Therapist questions while flipping through the pages of her notebook.

You open your mouth to answer, but prior to that, Leon opens his.

Gosh, if he didn't ever do that, maybe your marriage would still be solid.

"...My beloved wife is being ridiculous, that's why."