John hesitantly walks in and the front door of his house. He feels anxious, what little argument will they get into tonight? What small thing will become an enormous divide that they can’t bridge this time. He finds his wife Martha waiting for him on the couch, a packed suitcase on the floor next to her.

“John, we need a break”, she says choking back tears.

His pulse skyrockets, is this really happening? He never thought it would get this far, he always believed they’d find a way through.

“Martha, please don’t go. We can work this out.”, he says.

“Maybe we can”, she says, “but it doesn’t feel like it. We need some time to ourselves. We can meet up in a few weeks and talk then, when we’ve had some time to reflect.”

“Yeah, alright. Maybe you’re right.” John says, every word a struggle through tear filled eyes.

“We need to find ourselves again.”, Martha says, “in a way, this is a happy ending for the both of us.”