"Mike where were you tonight? What could you have possibly been doing that was more important than your daughter's dance recital?" I yelled at my husband. He missed Chloe's dance recital again.

"I'm sorry Bella. I told you I was caught up at work late." He said trying to wrap his arms around me. I pushed him away.

"I don't believe you. That is what you said last time." I whispered stepping back.

"How can you not believe me Bella? I would have been there if I could." He began raising his voice. I took a deep breath before speaking again.

"Mike, we can't keep living like this. This isn't good for Chloe. All we do is fight or argue." I replied.

"What are you saying?" He asked his voice normal again.

"I'm saying we shouldn't be together anymore." He paced the living room of our house.

"I think it will be better for us too." I added. He sighed.

"I can't make you stay with me. I guess it isn't how it used to be." He said. I shook my head. He smiled and pulled me into a hug.

"I'll always love you." Mike said kissing my cheek. That night I packed my bags, loaded my truck up, put my sleeping daughter into her car seat and drove to my dad's house in Forks. Driving away I saw Mike in my review mirror. I didn't love him anymore but he was the father of my child so the tears slowly rolled down my cheeks. If someone told me by the time I was 21 I would have been divorced with a two year old and going back to my dad's house I wouldn't have believed them.