David closed his eyes. He still hated the way she cried. It still affected him. After a moment he went after her, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Listen, you know the cliche stuff? The it's not you it's me? Well... That's how this is. I've changed Arla, I've changed so much and you just stay the same. I can't take it day in, day out. You're the perfect wife for someone, just not me."