I sat in bed staring at the glow. The glow was my friend. The actual images did not matter much, the moving pictures, or the symbols shown to me by the glow.

All I knew was that everything was better. Much better. I feel happy. I feel like smiling. Music to my ears, art to my eyes, roses by my nose, and an explosion of flavor in my mouth. I loved feeling this way.

It shuts off. Everything came back rushing back. Screams, and gestures. Hand gestures, faces. She is always upset. I take a deep breath.

“What is wrong honey?” “You must be out of your FUCKING MIND!” A plate flew my way and shattered on the wall behind me. “I am tired of your shit! How can I love you?” “I don’t understand. What’s wrong?” “Everything!! You!! This damn apartment!! Your life!! MY LIFE!!”

She is always upset about something. I work hard. I don’t make much money, but we manage. The theater pays ok. Also, I get to do what I love. Everything is simpler when she is not screaming.

“I want a divorce. I cannot live like this anymore. I don’t love you. We have nothing to keep us together.”

I understood the words, but they didn’t make sense. I picked up my phone and stared at it. Smiled.

“I am leaving you. You will never hear from me again. I wish you could take back the last five years.”

She walked out. I loved her once, but for the past four years, all she did was complain, scream, and make me unhappy. I wondered why I never did about it earlier.

As she slammed the door, I reached over to grab the remote and turned on the TV. Static.

I smiled.