At 30 years old, Kendrick hated coming home.
The door opens, and he’s greeted with the overwhelming scent of lavender and the sight of my wife, sitting on the couch.
It's been two months since we tied the knot, and he already regret it.
Kendrick used to love her, but he doesn’t anymore.
There's no spark, no excitement, no love.
They spend most of their time watching television in silence.
He didn’t really enjoy being around her, and he could tell that she feels the same way about me.
On a daily basis he thought about divorce.
But he’s afraid of what will happen to her.
Kendrick was to the point where he’s just wanted to be alone.
He also didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want to be him and they both are not happy.
Last night, they went out for dinner.
Kendrick watched as she carefully cut her steak, delicately chewing each bite.
It disgusted him.
He excused himself from the table and went to the restroom, spreading out toilet tissue on the toilet seat and sat there in silence, trying to build the courage to end things.
But he couldn't do it.
Kendrick walked back to the table and sat there in silence, pretending that everything was fine.
But it's not fine. It's far from it.
He didn’t know what to do.
Feeling trapped, suffocated, and unhappy.
If he could go back in time and make a different choice.
Kendrick is 30 years old and is unhappy with his wife.
Should he divorce her?
I don’t know, but something need to change and only he can make that decision.
To be continued…