“Maybe…” I trail off mid sentence, sighing. We’re positioned across the living room from each other, and in the middle of a long argument. However, arguments aren’t exactly new for us these days. We’ve been married for about two years, but for some reason the past several months all we’ve done is argue with each other. The arguments are almost always over small things but then inevitably snowball into massive, raging fights with us screaming at each other.

“Maybe we just….need a….” I hesitate, rubbing the bridge of my nose. “A divorce” I finally force the word out, clenching my jaw tightly.