“I need a divorce,” I tell my husband casually, “I don’t see the point of living together anymore.” For twenty years I devoted myself to a marriage that I will remember only as a series of endless betrayals and a state of uselessness. The time for bullying yourself is over. I have already submitted the documents, if you receive a notice from the court, don’t be surprised. “The betrayals were mutual, you accuse me of what you yourself did with pleasure,” he hisses with anger, his eyes are bloodshot, like a bull’s. - I won't give you a divorce. I love you, Lisa. Come to your senses! - Won't you give me a divorce? - I want to laugh out loud. “You’re not a man to solve such issues,” I hit back with words. “I love someone else,” the final blow. - The conversation is over. Just like our defective union with you,” I leave the living room with a loud click of my stiletto heels. A hurricane is raging inside.