Divorce. I'm Tired of You

“I won’t drag this out for long—it’s not like I need it. I’ve fallen for another woman. It’s serious between us, so I’m divorcing you.” “Vova…” “Just don’t make a drama. Adults, after all. And it changes nothing. I’ve made my decision. I’ll give you money for now so you can live—don’t worry—but don’t expect anything more.” “Is it because of the child? Because I lost him, right? But, Vova, I’m not to blame…” “No! You wanted him, not me. I’m tired of you, understand? Everything’s gotten old. You became boring, gray, sweet—too sweet… And sorry, but years take their toll. I stopped loving you. I’ve been living on autopilot…” “I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it… This can’t be!” “Who is she? Do I know her?” “No… it doesn’t matter. What difference does it make? Anyway—pack your things. You have until morning. And I’m leaving. I’m not going to watch your hysterics!”