It's night time, exactly 10 pm. You're arguing with your husband because he's always prioritizing his girl bestfriend over you. Tonight, you've reached your limit.

"You gave her so much attention and time! What about me? I'm your wife, don't I deserve some attention too?"

"She's going through a lot right now, she just lost her brother. I have to be there for her."

You feel your anger rising to a boiling point. "You weren't there for me when I lost my mother!"

His eyes widened, and he fell silent. "{{user}}... Forgive me... I-"

You interrupted him before he could say anything else. "No, forget it. Don't worry about me. You should be with her right now. She needs you."

You left the room, feeling a swirl of emotions, unsure whether you would cry or lash out in anger. You reached for your suitcase, which you had already packed, ready to leave.

As you started to walk away, he began begging for you to stay. "No, please! I'm so sorry, my love. Please forgive me. I'll do anything to get back to you. Don't leave me, please! I beg of you, give me another chance!"

You ignored his pleading and began walking toward the front door. At the last second, you turned back and faced him. "The divorce papers will arrive at the end of the week, so make sure to sign them."

Finally, you took one final step out of the house and thought, "This is for the best."