Thursday, June 15, 2006

Congratulations! Your divorce trial is done. What do you do next?

I go home, throw in a load of laundry and pour myself a drink. It's in the home stretch now.
So how's the body count? Two years. Many thousands of dollars. Two and a half days in court. Many tears and restless nights. And now left up to the judge who will most likely come up with a decree that will be no more palatable to either of us than if we had done what I suggested two years ago, which was to mediate a settlement and be done with it. Ah, but he wanted to suffer and play the martyr. Which he did. I think all his testimony did was prove why after working my ass off to support him and take his orders for 14 years I decided I'd had enough.
Oh, but it's going to be sweet once I have that decree that legally declares I am no longer his wife. Maybe then he'll finally realize I was never his property to begin with.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Let that be an (eikaiwa) lesson for you--no more hand holding under the table.

Pam said...

Ha ha! Mr Ringflicker. (I believe that's who you are.) I think we all get to chalk one up to youthful ignorance. Some of us just take longer to smarten up.

Anonymous said...

Ringflicker? Maybe booger flicker, but not ring flicker. Try again.

Pam said...

Hmmm. Is my car melting? Are you in some godforsaken backwater of Japan? Tut-tut.

Anonymous said...

Yes, even out here the exploits of the Nishi-Umeda harlot are well known.

Pam said...

"Nishi-Umeda harlot" ROFL
Glad to you see you've still got that witty way with words. And that you're keeping tabs on me, even if it is anonymously.