Sat down at a somewhat busy food court. He spoke while picking at his food.
He liked her, but he knows it's not enough. Not for a lifetime, he likes her. She loves him.
"It's been a while since we last spoke. I know it is a shitty thing to say, but I'm going ahead with wanting a divorce."
"Did you think it through?"
It sure seems like that question is asked every time we meet.
"Yes, yes I'm sure."
Seems like everything is cyclical. He shifted his weight on the seat, leaning forward.
"This will break her, that I am sure of it. She loves me with all of her heart. But I need to be better to her."
He looked me straight in the eye as he said it. He has convinced himself that this is the best course of action.
He went on about his plan, how it will supposed to be the least disruptive.
"All I'm saying is... they know. They know that something is not right. Hell, I ..."
"Just... talk it though"
"We'll get there."
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