Lois was falling out of love with you, and it was so clear just by the way he talked to you, the way he moved away from you in the bed and made up excuses for being ‘too hot’ to cuddle. He had a new love, but he didn’t want to start something new without having a deep conversation about his feelings with you first.

You were both at the dining table eating the dinner you just prepared, when he spoke up with his eyes still lingering on his plate while his fork scraped it with a slight screech.

“I think we should get a divorce.” His tone dull and empty, as if this meant nothing to him.