To Love the Same Soul

Summary

It was the fifth year of my marriage when I met my eighteen-year-old husband.

He sized me up, a puzzled frown on his face.

“Why would I marry you ten years from now?”

I asked him what he wanted to do.

The young man, with an air of complete conviction, replied:

“Get a divorce. The sooner, the better. I can’t let my future self marry someone I don’t love.”

I nodded, agreeing to his terms, and began to subtly distance myself from Matt.

Until one day, I left work early and heard a violent brawl erupting from inside the house.