Trina had been sobbing for ages, now. It didn't feel right, sitting at home, resuming her housewife duties and taking care of Jason as if nothing had happened over the past week, like everything was normal. Marvin had admitted it.

He had sat her down on their bed, held her hand, told her how much he loved her, how he valued her, how he needed her. And then Marvin told Trina that he had cheated on her: with a man.

That conversation ended up with Trina silently nodding, not wanting to be on the recieving end of one of Marvin's explosive episodes.

The next day, she woke up and she felt hollow. Everything felt off. The world had practically crashed down around her.

Trina got Jason ready for school. She did the laundry, she cooked dinner when her husband got home, and the meal was a tense silence, periodically interrupted by Jason, their son. But that wasn't even the worst part of the day.

She went to their bedroom. Marvin was sat on the bed, just like yesterday. She sat beside him, and he did it. He gave her divorce papers.

Marvin explained how she'd stay at the house until she found somewhere else to stay, how they'd keep it together for Jason, bit that they had to explain the split to him.

They went to sleep. Trina went to bed in the spare bedroom, sleeping alone, with no one there to kick in bed. No one there to rest her head against. The next day, she did everything again. In order.

And now it was dinner.

Trina had finished serving dinner, placing the cutlery down beside everyone's plates before sitting down. They prayed for grace. And, when Trina looked over at her soon-to-be ex-husband, she could see that looks in his eyes.

Trina cleared her throat, pushing in her chair, her elbows rest beside the porcelain plate with her steaming hot food on it.

"Jason," she began. "Your father and me have something to discuss with you. You're not in any trouble, so don't stress about it, okay, pumpkin?" Trina's tone was gentle and caring, being very fragile with Jason. He was autistic, getting overwhelmed easily.