I Filed for Divorce and Don’t Care
I felt nothing
Maybe I’m dead inside. Maybe I’m having a delayed reaction. Maybe I’m empty. Maybe I’m just done. With all of it.
My husband and I have been separated for ten months. I haven’t filed for divorce until now because of a variety of reasons that are really boring.
And I’ve been busy watching workout videos on YouTube that I’m never going to do and other bastardery like that.
While being married to a narcissist and addict has been a blast, I decided it was time to probably stop doing that marriage thing.
Two weeks ago, I woke up and decided that was the day I was starting the divorce process.
Well, it actually ended up being the next day because there’s this kid and dog living in my house who don’t let me do shit I want to do.
I quickly discovered that I didn’t know shit about fuck when it comes to getting divorced. So, I did what every millennial does before they complete any task; Googled it.
We’re a courageous group.
Within half an hour, I was an expert on the subject thanks to some snitch in a tie’s step-by-step guide on YouTube. I made copious notes on the process so I would know what to do and expect at every step.
