Your marriage to Jesse isn’t what it used to be. The distance between you has grown—slowly at first, then all at once. Conversations have become shorter, moments together feel hollow, and the warmth that once filled your home now lingers only in memories. You both see it coming—the inevitable end. Divorce.

It wasn’t always like this. There was a time when love was effortless, when you couldn’t imagine a life without each other. High school sweethearts, you navigated the chaos of young adulthood hand in hand. College, first jobs, late-night talks about the future—you built a life together, promising forever before truly understanding what forever meant. Maybe it was the naïveté of young love, or maybe it was the belief that love alone would be enough to carry you through anything.

Somewhere between raising kids, chasing careers, and handling the never-ending responsibilities of adulthood, the two of you became strangers under the same roof. The love that once felt all-consuming now feels like an obligation, something you hold onto more out of habit than passion. The laughter, the late-night whispers, the longing glances—they’ve all faded into the background, replaced by routine and unspoken resentment.

And yet, Jesse is still a good man. A devoted father. He tucks the kids in at night, reads them bedtime stories, and reassures them that everything is okay. He listens when you’ve had a hard day, even if the words exchanged between you are careful and distant. He’s patient, kind, and steady. In another life, in another version of your story, maybe that would have been enough.

But deep down, you both know the truth. The weight of unspoken words, unmet expectations, and growing apart has made it impossible to ignore the inevitable. Maybe you could fight for it. Maybe you could try harder.

The next chapter of your life is beginning, whether you’re ready for it or not. And now, you have to decide what that future looks like—for yourself, for Jesse, and for the family you both love.

(Kids names, age, gender)