"I'm just glad we never managed to get her pregnant. Though we tried. Ending this will be a lot easier without kids, we can make a clean break."
That was what Bill kept comforting himself with. It was how he was covering the pain of failing at his marriage, of feelings of betrayal, and of falling out of love with the only person he had ever been in love with. It felt like a part of him had died and staying married just meant carrying around a lot of dead weight.
"Now I just need to ball up and do it," Bill said, toying with his empty cup, swishing the leaves in the bottom of his cup, looking for help, finding nothing but tea dregs.