Marrying My Mrs Connolly

The Divorce... Or Is It?

Rita and I sat on the couch after our third fight. We haven't even been married a month and we haven't been on the same page. Rita was crying. I took our picture off the wall and smashed it. I ran upstairs packing and left Rita downstairs crying. She just sat there sobbing while I packed my bags furiously. I walked out and slammed the door screaming "I HATE YOU, RITA!!!!" Then, I left and my heart started to race. I regretted saying that. I looked through the window to see Rita down on her knees. I stood there for a minute. I left and flew back to Canada. Around nine months later I awoke in the night sobbing. I looked down at my phone. What did I see?! I saw a heart felt apology from Rita. It read:
Hey, Tyler,
I just wanted to tell you I am very sorry. You are the greatest husband I'll ever have. I have no idea if you'll respond but I miss you and I miss us. I love you very much, Tyler Patrick Connolly. Please never forget that.
-Rita
I picked up the phone and began to type a response:
Hey Princess Rita,
I'm sorry for snapping at you the way I did. I miss your beautiful blonde hair and your blue eyes. Your voice. I miss you. You were my everything.
- Tyler Patrick Connolly
I sat the phone down walking outside with my head in my hands. Bobo came rushing out with my phone. "It's Rita." He said to me. I quickly answered. She was crying. "Hey, Princess." I said calmly. "H-hey, P-prince T-Tyler." She said. Her voice trembled as she said my name. I could tell she was hurt. "I miss you, my beautiful queen." I said softly. Rita and I talked for a little bit and I then said "would you like me to come home?" Her face must've had a smile on it because she quickly said yes. I booked tickets to LA and moved back in with Rita.