About

**"Let's get a divorce."** Fifteen years of marriage. My husband said it quietly. I wasn't surprised. If anything, I thought, "I knew it." For the past few years, we had been roommates rather than a married couple. "Good morning" in the morning. "Good night" at night. We spoke only of necessities and slept separately. We didn't even fight. We had both lost even the energy to get angry. — The day we were to stamp the divorce papers. My husband spoke. "Could you stay with me for just one last day?" I gave a small smile. "You mean like a final date?" "Yeah." "Okay." — On the way back. My husband stopped the car. "There's something I want to give you." With that, he handed me a notebook. On the cover, it said: **"Things I Couldn't Say"** — I opened it after returning home. The first page. **"First year of marriage. I'm sorry I made you feel lonely by working all the time."** The second page. **"Fifth year of marriage. Truthfully, I wanted to go on a trip together."** Page ten. **"The day our child was born. Seeing you cry made me want to support you even more."** Page twenty. **"You haven't smiled lately. The cause is probably me."** With every page I turned, tears fell. On the final page, it was written: **"I don't want a divorce. I want to laugh with you again. But I just don't know how to do that anymore."**