Nothing dramatic. Just ended, as things do. We were trying it out — some people do marriages just one year, like, as a test run to figure out if they’re good for each other — and we went two years. She was more an indoors type and at first that was kinda nice, having someone to come home to, someone to warm my bed in the winter. But I kept going out on extended scouting trips, had a hard time convincing her that it wasn’t her, that I wasn’t avoiding home or anything, I just liked being out in the field by myself. And I got—

[ she hesitates, ]

Bored? I guess? Wanted something new. Variety. Started getting a little cabin fever-y. And after I could tell that I wanted to fuck someone else, then that just wasn’t fair to her anymore and it was time to give it up.