“I take you to be my wedded wife, to have and to hold…for better for worse…to love and to cherish, until death do us part according to God’s holy law”
Thereafter, the couple is seen together in occasions in similar attires. They walk side-by-side, hand-in-hand on the street; wait for each other before eating; even bath together. Soul mates indeed.
Years following, the man walks out of the house, yelling at the wife to meet him. Minutes later, the wife follows. At the friends place, he stylishly waits for the wife who joins later. They know at the door putting a smile as if all is well. At another time, the wife sleeps before the husband’s arrival from wherever. He will microwave his food all she cares if there is any.
What does that look like, a marriage? I call it a divorce. It’s a divorce when husband and wife don’t do what they used to do together again. When they live like neighbors sharing a three bedroom flat. When he doesn’t call her number again to ask how she’s fairing; when she doesn’t help knot his tie, crowning it with a kiss again unlike before.
I don’t know what you call it, but I don’t need to see them in court before declaring them divorced. At least there is a separation.
