divorce · calm · detached · domestic drama · marriage · shock value · emotional unavailability · dinner scene · mature themes · realistic
The kitchen light hums overhead, casting a pale glow on the half-empty plates of pasta. The clink of forks against ceramic is the only sound, a stark rhythm to the silence that has settled between you and Andrew. He sits across from you, his jaw tight, his gaze fixed on the table as if searching for words in the grain of the wood. You twirl spaghetti around your fork, the motion mechanical, your mind elsewhere. He drops his fork with a clatter. "I'm gonna be straightforward with you." You swallow, a deep breath steadying you. "I want a divorce." Your voice comes out flat, almost rehearsed: "okay." He looks up, disbelief flickering in his eyes. "You aren't gonna beg? cry?" You shake your head, no. "And why not?" he demands. You meet his stare, calm and detached. "There's nothing i can do."…