DIVORCE HUMOR
I’m Fucking Divorced!
Receipts and all
It happened. I have the paperwork. I’m actually divorced. Finally.
And I’m being super weird about it.
I planned to write this up as a tense little story with a slow reveal and lots of descriptive emotional shit but I can’t. Or I don’t want to. I don’t know. I’m just going to write this raw, as myself without the storyteller part of me getting involved.
Basically, it’s going to be shit.
In April 2023 I filed for divorce. It should have been completed in six months. But my ex-husband (yes ex) did everything he could to stop me from serving him the papers. While I didn’t need his signature, I needed to prove in court that he had received the documents and had knowledge of the divorce.
After spending close to a thousand dollars, hiring different professionals, being placed on hold for hours at a time every few weeks, doing endless research, and a fuck ton of detective work, the court finally accepted that I had done enough in October 2024. They granted my request to move on to the final stage of the divorce.
Feeling relieved, I rushed to tell my friends and family who shared in my excitement. Then something else happened. They started being dicks.
