Hello YoungMarriage.

Standing at the door with the key in the doorknob, I contemplated if I wanted to go in and face another evening of complaining from my wife. The last two months of my eight-month marriage have been difficult. With minutes going by, I ponder any task that I need to complete to prolong facing Sarah. “Hello Tony”, my neighbor shouts as he jogs pass. I give a half wave as I listen to Sarah’s voice penetrating the door. She is, with great passion, explaining to her mother over the phone how stupid I am and how fed-up she is with my inability to be a husband. Slowly I take the key out of the door and turn around, unable to listen any longer, and walk towards my car. The tears are from my disappointment in not standing up for this marriage. Finally, in my car, backing out – my wife runs to the door. I look. She looks…and I drive off with the tears still continuing. I look out the rearview mirror hoping to see my wife running after me, but no. There in the mirror were only rows of houses. Hello YoungMarriage.

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