The end.

"You okay? I'm just about to shower now. K just got down for a nap." I stood in the bathroom doorway, confused about his attitude. 

"Aren't we going to talk about last night?"

"Umm sure. Just a sec, I'll be quick."

I turned on the faucet and got into the shower. I thought about what he might want to say and talk about from last night. While he worked a grave shift, I had sent him a text letting him know I loved where our relationship was going, our family was growing, and that I'd like to continue to do whatever we can to strengthen our marriage. I mentioned intimacy, respect, and closeness. I talked about setting a good example for our daughter and baby on-the-way. 

I dried off, awkwardly pulled clothes on over my pregnant body as he sat on the bed, staring at me. He hardly ever slept in bed anymore. "Come here," he said sternly. I walked over and hopped on the end of the bed and faced him. "I was thinking maybe more dates or marriage counseling might be helpful. What do you think?"

"I want a divorce."

I could feel my soul being smothered. It felt like pouring a bucket of water over a fire as the last smoldering coals were quickly extinguished. Silenced. Drowned. Suffocated. 

"What?" I said to him through teary eyes. I rested my arms on my pregnant belly, feeling our daughter dance inside. I couldn't look at him.  

"I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to work on our marriage. I don't love you enough to do this. You're a great mom, but I just don't love you. I haven't for a long time. I want a divorce. I want to be done. I want to get this over with now so K will never remember us ever being together."

What? Where did this come from? Is this a sick joke? Is this just a way to manipulate me? Wait, why? Why now? I'm five months pregnant! 

"Now? I'm pregnant with your second daughter... and you're breaking up with me like I'm some high school crush? I didn't even do anything wrong. I have nowhere to live. My last day at work was three days ago! I have no money, no car, no education. How will I take care of K... and our baby? Wait, live with my parents? There's no way I can afford the mortgage. Oh, no, not with my parents. Can't this at least wait?" I spewed out everything in a complete panic. I stumbled over my words as I stared across the room and into the hallway, listening carefully for our daughter. 

K walked into the room, asking to play. She two and a half years old. Her dark brown hair fell below her shoulders. She was still wearing her pajamas from the night before. This was the day for our family to spend time together, daddy's day off, so we had slept in to let him sleep as well.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Mommy and Daddy are talking about something very important right now. How about you go make us some food with your kitchen in your room?" She whined for a moment, but eagerly wandered off to her room. 

"Well I'm keeping the house. I'll have the kids half of the time so I won't be paying child support. You'll have to live with your parents, of course. There's no other way. I've already looked into divorce mediators and I'll schedule an appointment. I want this done immediately."

"But we haven't even done counseling, or anything. Everything has been so much better over the past few months. I thought you were excited. I thought we were happy. Just a few days ago you were talking about how you would like to have another baby soon after this one. We talked on the way home about starting a business together. What happened? Did you cheat on me? Please just tell me the truth!"

At this point I was sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. He sat staring at me. No tears. No anguish.