So I did; the first of January seemed fitting.
The old me disappeared, full of hopes and aspirations. I stopped trying to reason during arguments, and just accepted the inevitable; I was always wrong.
My opinions became grunts, and I became a shell of the person I thought I’d grow into. The garage became my only haven.
That was five years ago now.
And if you ask my partner; they’ll say we’ve never been more happily married from that day to this.