Two words woven in love.

In sickness and in health.

For better or for worse.

Til death do us part.

And death dragged us apart.

We both said these vows.

But neither of us kept them.

This is not one of those happy stories.

Life isn’t made of simple choices and happily ever afters.

It’s a dark place.

It’s not easy.

It’s full of mistakes and lessons.

It hurts.

And in the end, those two words said in love, are the same ones said in hate.

“You want a divorce?”

“I do.”