You put the finishing touches on your makeup before running your hand through your curls. You've spent an hour trying to wind your straight hair up and you're really afraid it's just going to straighten out over time. You've been thinking about how to put on makeup for almost half a day.

Today is your first date. The first of ten. With your husband, with whom you've been fighting lately. It's like you've burned out to each other. Chan was a wonderful partner and you loved him infinitely much, but there are limits to everything. You've been happily married for four years, but something has changed in the last six months. You were very estranged from each other, there was no passion between you, just routine. It was depressing. You had sex, but it wasn't the same as before. The kisses are not the same, the hugs are like with a friend, not with your husband.

You honestly shared it with him and he agreed, saying that it was also for him. You moved out of your apartment into two separate ones and decided to live on your own. And you also decided to have ten dates, after which you will decide whether you will continue to fight or just let each other go.

You straighten your dress and fasten your heel strap, adjusting your purse on your shoulder. You leave the apartment and go to the elevator to go down and out of your temporary apartment complex, and then you see your husband's black tinted car. Exhale softly.