[ WP ] When two people get married , their hearts are surgically exchanged . You just filed for divorce .

It was all I could do to stay on my feet, gaping at my husband. 
 This was ludicrous- *how could he do this to me? * I had never fathomed the man I had married could be so.. well, heartless. 
 
 Only six years ago we had exchanged our vows and our hearts. Literally. It is believed that love is only true if you are willing to entrust your heart to your partner; *your other half*. 
 It's not that we'd been unhappy.. Simply disconnected. For the past few months it had become difficult to keep up a conversation with one another. Frightened, I had finally broken down into a puddle at my husband's cold side. I asked him what had happened, and what I could do to improve our situation. He simply explained to me that he had been thinking. 
 Tom had pointed out to me that we had fallen into a neutral stalemate. We were n't warring, but had somehow lost what held us together. Looking back, I came to agree, but I was scared. Would it be easier to continue living life, two people physically together but in all other ways alone? Or would it be our best hope to risk the break? 
 
 To divorce meant to unbind ourselves from our wedding vows. 
 To unbind ourselves from each others' hearts. 
 
 Another surgery of that magnitude was utterly terrifying. That kind of thing was meant to be experienced just once in life. 
 Then again, I had always done well under anesthesia. 
 Then again, Tom and I were barely thirty years old. 
 We were pretty healthy people. 
 We could do this. 
 But it had to be soon. 
 Aging and organ transplants have not exactly been known to get along all that well. 
 
 Tom had held my hand as we met with our attorney, amicably signing papers and rationing out our worldly goods. 
 Tom had held my hand, assuring me that everything would be okay, right up until I had already fallen asleep on my gurney. 
 
 And now Tom was sitting in front of me, his elbows resting on his knees, as I bring my parcel into the house for the last time, still wearing my hospital band. 
 
 He tells me that he had been a bit less cautious with his health than he had ever let on. 
 He tells me that seven months ago he was diagnosed with a malfunctioning heart. 
 
 And he smiles at me, as he tells me this fatigue is only going to worsen. 
 Quickly. 
 And he smiles at me, as the first tear slips silently down my face.
