Get your berg off my body.

[bratenfrau]

Last night I (finally) got divorce papers in the mail. Which made me happy. For about 30 seconds. Then I opened them.

Apparently I have to wait another year to be divorced.

I have to wait an entire extra year. That, of course, is on top of the past year I've already spent dealing with this

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[bratenfrau]

Yeah, but I'm going to be in South America from September on! It doesn't exactly make things easier.

Still, I don't fucking care at this point. I think I'll change my name while I wait this shit out, because I can't take another year of having him attached to every piece of concrete identity I have.

How long did it take you to excise your marital tumors?

[bratenfrau]

Heh. Yeah, well, I'm certainly not paying for this. Oh hell no. Leaving your wife shouldn't be cheap or easy, but damn, I thought it would be easier than this. :P

[indulgent_el]

I'm confused. WHY do you have to be married for another year?

I like closure, so I totally get why this would suck eggs.

[bratenfrau]

Apparently, in California, one has to wait six months and a day from filing paperwork to being eligible to actually be viewed as getting-a-divorce by the courts. Or whatever legalese state one is in after a petition is accepted but before going before a judge.

After that, I have no idea why it will take yet another six months before we can get a court date.

It certainly does look like the reason he failed to mention this to me was to make sure I'd cash his check and he could wash his hands of this financially before I freaked out on him. GRRRR.

[indulgent_el]

That stinks. I would be tempted to do a court name change, but that's expensive.

[cashbox]

goddamn, that sucks.

if there's a silver lining of sorts, at least you know that, while you're temporarily stuck with a few legal trappings, that's all it is, is a vestige. it's not *you*.

also, if you track down and smash any precious moments figurines, you'll be my hero for ever. to the thrift store. :)

[bratenfrau]

Oh oh oh! Hell to the yes. We actually got a couple of those as wedding gifts. Despite my not being aware that I was acquaintances with anyone whose taste would best be tactfully described as in the school of Carmela Soprano but without the class or the money. I can't remember if I've already broken those a million times over or not. To the closets I go!

I know this is no longer who or what I am. That is both comforting and frustrating, because it just makes the urge to get away from it and start over that much itchier.

[cashbox]

wow, seriously, people actually give those? in this century? to people under 70? 'hey, congratulations on your marriage, here's a hideous creepy porcelain figurine of some dead kids!'

i hope to hell there's at least one left for smashing purposes. or experiments with bottle rockets.

and that makes total sense. it's quite a bit of cognitive dissonance, at the very least, and that sucks. you, though, i have the utmost faith in.

[lilysnowflower]

Aside from breaking things, I also like to blow shit up. Buy some fireworks and go to town! It always makes me feel a sense of relief. And what better excuse than the 4th of July?!

[bratenfrau]

Good point. Pyromania is the reason for the season, after all.

Yeah, we did some exploding of things. There is plenty more in store. :P

[lilysnowflower]

Hallelujah!