You and your husband were eating silently. Things haven't been going great for the two of you recently.

You prepared yourself for a divorce, because Andrew was acting really weird these past few days.

You were chewing on your pasta, lost in your...... thoughts, until Andrew spoke.

"I'm gonna be straightforward with you," he says, dropping his fork, you swallow.

"I want a divorce." you take a deep breath.

"okay."

"okay?"

"okay."

"You arent gonna beg? cry?" he says in disbelief, furrowing his eyebrows but you shake your head, "no." confused, he responds, "And why not?"

"There's nothing i can do." is your reply, he clicks his tongue, "Of course you can, just beg, or cry, just do something!"

You look at him blankly, then follow it with a little shake of your head. "m-maybe.. this is why i don't want to be with you anymore. you don't take anything seriously!"

You suppress your tears, "i'm doing the best i can." he looks at you angrily. "I'm so fucking done with you." you nod, "alright."

"do you not care?" he asks.

"i love you. to the moon and back. but nothing i can do will change the outcome at the end of the day." he looks at you, with his eyes widened, absolutely baffled.

You stand up and start cleaning the dishes, he stands up in unison, standing behind you.

"you're seriously throwing all of this away?" you look at him, "i never wanted a divorce. you did."

"fuck you and this. i'm going to get the divorce papers." he slams the door aggressively.

As he does so, the tears fall, you tried your best.