It was just one of the days where my husband and I fell out again.

For the past two months, it was beginning to feel like a routine. Every Sunday morning, my husband and I would quarrel over the littlest things.

It was becoming overwhelming.

Really.

I was tired of the relationship and the only thing that kept me was my four year old kid.

I didn't want my little princess to suffer the emotional trauma of having separated parents.

Not like our constant quarrels weren't trauma enough.

That very day, we almost fought.

But since it didn't happen, I had to leave the house before it actually did.

I...