“I can’t keep doing this with you,” he mumbled, breathing deeply and rubbing his eyes. You could see he was tired as his arms rested on his knees. You stayed by the kitchen counter and gave him your space. Not only were you scared for the result of this fight, you were regretting the things you said to him earlier.

When you looked at him you knew what was coming. Already feeling the tears well in your eyes, you looked back down at your hands and listened to him. “I’m tired of this, of us.”