He met me for coffee one morning. We sat on the patio, lost in our own thoughts for a while.
He was the first to break the uncomfortable silence. “So, now what?”
“We stick it out. We’ll take turns sleeping on the couch. There’s a lot to do here. We can avoid each other.”
“Oh, that’s rich. A dead relationship and you want to stay.” He was quiet for a minute. “Although there is that water skiing class. And pickle ball.”
“See? We can do different things. We paid for everything. I will not be a spoiled sport and leave. I’m not tossing our life savings since we’re already here. And we wouldn’t get any sort of refund.”
Another uncomfortable silence followed.
He couldn’t look at me as he said, “I don’t love you. Hell, I don’t even like you right now.”
“The feeling is mutual. Put on your adult panties and deal with it.”
Glaring at me, “Why do you make everything so difficult?”
“Because I’m a snippy bitch and hold a grudge. It didn't work. We had some good years, didn't we?
“I hate it when you’re right. But yeah. We did. How did we screw up?”
“By getting married.”