He sat away from her,at the far end of the living room,he had chosen that chair,not because it was their favourite chair of making out but because it was the chair that was far away from where she sat. He did not want to look into her eyes, no, he could not afford to look into her eyes. The room was silent but it was a different kind of silence, a silence that spoke volume.
“So, you’re telling me to sign this?” She finally asked,her voice sounding indignant as if she did not care,as if she never cared.
“That’s the only way things are going to work out. If we stay married, do you think things are going to work out. We have so much differences……”
“We had too much differences before we got married but we got married anyway”she replied angrily, looking at everywhere but his face “Our relationship went through far more bigger trials than this but we survived it because we were both willing to make it work but now, you….”she paused for effect”I don’t even know what to say.”
“We knew nothing then, Dami, we knew absolutely nothing, thought it’s just about love but see” he gestured with his hand”look at everything that has happened, what we’ve lost,our hopes,our dreams and even ourselves”
“We lost them because you wanted us to, you’re too insecure” she replied in a mild unforgiving way.”way too insecure, you allowed the society to define our marriage. What? You don’t want a richer wife? I was a richer girlfriend too but you wanted me then”
“Dami” He said pacifyingly “I loved you,I still do but for the sake of our daughter, you know this is the best thing for her”
“Our daughter? A broken marriage is the best thing for her? The daughter you don’t even care about.
His eyes flashed anger at her words but he struggled to keep his emotions in check
“Don’t call my name like that” she shouted angrily, turning to him, Their eyes met and held for a split moment, the pain in between them melting like raindrops in the sun.
Then Dami picked the pen and signed the divorce paper.