Where bad choices make good stories
I had a big divorce party once. My first one. It was a little more private than this one though. It was a great party. I remember starting drinking and then waking up. That's about it. Fourteen years of miserable. Odd I was such a bastard. About a month after the divorce the ex wanted me back. I knew at that moment she was nuts. Who to hell would want me back!
Looks like he's keeping the McMansion. Daryl
Would a man put that crap in his front yard?
It don't have a feminine look about it. Daryl
Congratulations, divorces are expensive but worth every damn dime.JD
On the day of my divorce from #1, I was talking to a married lady at work (that I had been flirting with). She said that she would like to accompany me over to my apartment to celebrate. It was some celebration; it started an eight year on and off affair that ended up with her leaving her husband, we bought a house, moved in together, two years of living in sin, and then 32 years of wedded bliss. Every year, on my birthday, my first wife (B) would call me at my office and commiserate about how miserable her life was since we split. I let her ramble on, because I feared the consequences of just calling her a bitch and hanging up. I eventually transferred out and lost the phone number. A couple of years later, I was working on a high priority, short duration project and one of the young women working with us came in my office and asked me if I knew a woman named B. It turned out that this girl had been given my old office number and B had rung it up on my birthday. I told the young lady that was a bad period of my life and I did not want her to know where I was. If memory serves, that was more than 15 years after the divorce was finalized. I never heard from her again.True story, I swear.
I moved 2 states away and changed my number 3x after the 2nd divorce. Happly haven't heard from her in 15 years.JD
I would have done the same if I would have kept the house.
Life: The great teacher of valuable lessons. Paying attention required. Ohio Guy
The day that I stood in front of the divorce judge I bought a $500 lottery ticket
I lived in a house owned by the company I worked for, but I did have to move to town for baby sitters. My rent went from $10 a month to $125. $14 a day for the baby sitter. driving 18 miles a day instead of walking to work, and I had more money left at the end of the month than ever before. She rode off on her broomstick with quite a stash.
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