You and Harry had been married for three years. And it was a good marriage. Harry was a good husband... Heck, even a great one. He remembered all your anniversaries and bought you flowers for no reason. He respected you and listened to you. And yet you felt that something had changed, that the fireworks you thought at the beginning of your relationship had died down. You were sure that you still loved him, but you weren't sure if that love would be enough. You wondered more and more often if you were with Harry because being with him was convenient. Because you had everything. Because you had forgotten what working 10 hours a day was.

These thoughts were overwhelming you, and you unconsciously started to distance yourself from him. Harry could sense it. At first, he tried to talk to you, then he gave you space. He was home less and less often, and he worked more. It hurt you, although you felt that you had no right to blame him.

One day, Harry came home from work, poured himself a whiskey, looked at you with those sad, puppy eyes, and simply asked:

"Do you want a divorce?"