Till death do us part
When we took those vows a lifetime ago, it was unfortunate he didn't mean some of them (you know, the little ones like promising to be true in good times and in bad and forsaking all others) as much as he evidently meant "till death do us part." We're now eighteen months post divorce filing and I'm no closer than I was then to having a legal change of marital status.
At this point the only logical thing to do (other than cry, of course) is to revel in the absurdity and learn to blog about it. That and write a book of all the things I've been tempted to say along the way of trying to get unmarried, but have refrained from saying because I'm committed to staying on the high road. And if, in the end, I become a bajillionaire off the book "Emails to my Ex," well I'll just consider it karmic justice.
One of these days I'm going to manage to get divorced. Until then, I'm still married...
At this point the only logical thing to do (other than cry, of course) is to revel in the absurdity and learn to blog about it. That and write a book of all the things I've been tempted to say along the way of trying to get unmarried, but have refrained from saying because I'm committed to staying on the high road. And if, in the end, I become a bajillionaire off the book "Emails to my Ex," well I'll just consider it karmic justice.
One of these days I'm going to manage to get divorced. Until then, I'm still married...
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