Divorce
Willow screams “YOU B*TCH, YOU CAN’T EVEN KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS ITS LIKE YOUR A DUDE.”
Myra replies hastily “ WE HAVEN’T SLEPT TOGETHER IN 6 MONTHS WHAT DID YOU EXPECT ME TO DO STAY WITH YOU AND WAIT AROUND LIKE A PATHETIC PUPPY? GUESS WHAT WILLOW YOU AREN’T LIVING IN GOD DAMN SUBURBIA ANYMORE, FOR FUCKS SAKE THE WORLD ISN’T GOING TO WAIT ON YOU IF ALL YOUR GOING TO DO IS A HAVE A STICK UP YOUR ASS ”
Willow and Myra hadn’t had sex since late December this year all since Willow had been told she was infertile and her and her wife wouldn’t be able to conceive even with the help of a sperm donor. Willow took this harder then Myra putting a strain on the marriage and neither of them had even talked about it since.
“WHATEVER YOU WH*RE BAG WE ARE SO OVER.” Willow cries out
“FINE BY ME!” Myra yells back as she packs her bags and slams the door so loud it gives willow a screeching headache.
Willow looks out the window to see Harper putting her bags in the back seat of her Blue SUV not even looking back soon enough she is gone and her only true memory of her is the yelling. To be entirely honest it’s hard for Willow to remember much else as there really wasn’t very much about their marriage in the first place. But finally she sits on the bed and recollects herself just enough for her to bring herself to finally do it, She is filling for a divorce.
