Welcome home.

Well... sorta.

I won't be there though.

I left.

The divorce papers are on the counter.

I hope you sign them.

You piece of shit.

...

I found 3 pairs of her underwear in our closet.

1 pair in my drawer.

2 under the bed.

...
What the hell?

How long has this been happening?

Was I really not good enough?