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Breaking Up Is Never Easy
"Why do we have to keep going over this?" said John irritably. He ran a hand through his hair and loosened the tie on his neck as if it were a noose trying to strangle him. He looked weary.
"We wouldn't if you weren't such a git. Why can't you come in at a decent hour? What are you doing? I know it's not work."
"You're absolutely maddening, Vi. I come home from a hard day, and I don't expect to get assaulted by my own wife," he said. He had tried throughout the conversation thus far to keep his voice at a calm level, but as time wore on, so did his temperament.
"You don't even give me any of this money that you make from your so-call work. I know what you're doing--" Violet Evans was continuing on maliciously, seeming to spit out venom as she spoke.
"It's all untrue! You're absolutely mad! I can't--I won't--I can't handle living under this...this goddamn scrutiny all the time!" His voice cracked as he reached a pitch.
There was a tense silence.
And then in a low voice, "You're really not the man I married."
John let out an incredulous bark of laughter, more out of frustration than anything. "I've changed, have I Vi? Just look at yourself in the mirror for once, really look at yourself. Would you honestly be able to tell me you're the same open-minded and carefree girl that I married? Look at your decisions! I mean, I'm surprised you even let me send Lily to that school--"
"Oh, you'll never let that drop, will you? How the hell was I supposed to know that a school of bloody Magic existed?"
John held up a hand and closed his eyes. "We've already talked about this. In fact, I think we've talked about everything at least twenty times over."
"I can't keep talking, John."
"Well, neither can I."
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And that was it. The divorce papers were signed by the end of the summer. Petunia, having just turned nineteen, was already a year into the treacherous waters of legal adulthood. After her parents' divorce, she decided to move out home and live with her boyfriend's parents at their house in suburbia. Lily, on the other hand, was still a child by wizarding and muggle law, and was therefore caught in the crossfire. It was not a good time to be home.
She was to live with her mother, to whom her father had given the house. She spent most of the summer in her room reading or doing her summer homework, sometimes wishing she could be anywhere else that wasn't quite as dull. Lily Evans longed for Hogwarts.
Author's Note: This is just the prologue. It's not that interesting yet, and to be honest, I don't know what "interesting" is. I writing this more for myself than for anyone else, and I hope other people will be able to relate. The first chapter will probably be uploaded really soon. Thanks for reading, guys.