A Man Wants a Divorce! – Story Of The Day!

The courtroom was quiet in the way only courtrooms ever are—heavy with expectation, polished with formality, and faintly tense, as if everyone present knew that something personal was about to be exposed under fluorescent lights. At the center of it all stood a man in his early forties, shoulders slumped, eyes tired, clutching a folder that contained his formal request for divorce.

He looked like someone who had rehearsed his grievances many times. Like someone who had finally reached the end of his patience.

The judge, an older man with a calm face and a voice practiced in defusing conflict, glanced down at the paperwork and then back up at the husband.

“So,” the judge said evenly, “you’re asking to dissolve your marriage. Tell me why.”

The man cleared his throat. He spoke carefully at first, but the words soon tumbled out faster, fueled by months—maybe years—of frustration. His wife, he said, constantly asked him to do things. Small things. Endless things. Peel garlic. Chop onions. Soak dishes. Separate laundry. Clean up messes that never seemed to end. Nothing was ever enough. The demands were relentless. He felt trapped, exhausted, unappreciated.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he concluded. “I want out.”

The judge listened without interruption, nodding slowly, as if he’d heard variations of this story hundreds of times before. When the man finished, the courtroom waited for judgment, advice, perhaps even validation.

Instead, the judge leaned back slightly and smiled.

“You know,” he said, “there are ways to make those things easier.”