the weirdest part of my divorce
- Karen Baker
The phone call.
When we separated, I moved out. He remained in a luxury apartment and I moved in to a house with two roommates. It was fair. The apartment was in his name and he paid the rent. I took all the items I brought into the marriage, I contacted the lawyer and actually got hubby a price discount. The lawyer was a friend of a friend. The divorce was not contested. There were no kids and I wasn’t requesting alimony.
On the appointed day our lawyer met me at the courthouse. My husband was not required to appear. Five minutes later I walked out. Single.
That night I was relaxing with my roommates over a really big bottle of wine. The phone rings and lo and behold, I hear the voice of my now ex.
I hear him ask in a chipper voice, “Hello! How did it go in court today?”
Gee. Didn’t see that one coming.
“Fine. We are now officially divorced.”
That wasn’t enough for him.
“Well, I know that. I just wondered what it was like. What happened during the proceedings.”
Alrighty. “If you were interested, you should have just come and stood at the back of the room. I have a glass of wine waiting and I really don’t feel like providing color commentary.”
Hung up. Drank my wine.
Last contact I ever had with him.
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