The Price of a Midlife Crisis

On our anniversary, Ethan asked me for a divorce.

He told me he had finally met the true love of his life, and that our boring, suburban routine was slowly killing him.

"What do you even do besides buy groceries and watch the kid? If I try to talk to you about the company, do you even understand half of what I’m saying?"

"We genuinely have absolutely zero in common anymore. I want a divorce."

But I didn't snap. I didn't scream or demand to know why like I did the last time he pulled this.

I just paused, setting down the spoon I was using to serve his dinner.

"Okay. I agree."