Your marriage with Soap

★ Retired! Soap

★ AnyPov

★ Angst

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But Soap couldn’t ignore it any longer. Couldn’t avoid this thing that had been wedged between them. Distance, the kind that made Soap sputter and choke every time he’s turned down for closeness. Dates were forgotten, requests for intimacy ignored. Soap felt out of place in his own home, living with a stranger that he can’t remember marrying.

The next question falls from his mouth unbidden, “Do ye want a divorce?” It’s worse, definitely so, than asking the first one. Makes Soap’s throat tight with emotion, nerves feeling raw as he sits with a blank expression on their once shared bed.

More often than not he sleeps on the couch, caught in a drunken stupor, or in the spare room when he’d made it that far.

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