"Hey I got my papers."
I am confused at this random announcement. "What papers?"
"My divorce papers," she explains, "It's about to be final."
"Oh, that's too bad,"I offer. "I remember you said things were rough a while back."
"It got worse. He walked out. Just decided he didn't want to be married anymore."
"Sorry."
"So I called my lawyer. This is my second divorce," - I can't tell if she's bragging or not - "I don't fool around. So you know what I did?"
"I can't even begin to guess."
She takes a deep breath and then says, "I went out dancing. Last Friday. My husband came over to get somethings and I answered the door wearing a tank top, tight jeans and 2 inch heels. He had to sit down. He had to wait until I left before he could stand up. I know my husband and I know why he couldn't stand up."
EW!
"I already got a guy's number," she adds. "I told him we can't do anything yet. But soon as this divorce is finalized I'm gonna give him a call."
There were other details, about the four kids, the lack of explanations, the hurt feelings, and such. I realize I am easy to talk to but, come on... hold somethings back. I don't need all of the details. Somethings could be private.
1 comment:
Ah, memories.
My divorce was finally finalized this past December. Considering she left me back in...oh, I'd say 2001, that must be a new record. She had sailed off to Florida with some guy she knew, and I was busy doing other stuff waiting for the whole year-apart requirement for a 'total divorce.' Waiting longer just made that extra assurance that we didn't want to be together, I suppose.
What's paperwork, anyway?
Take it easy, man! Here's to hoping you're not a victim to too much information in the near future.
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