Remember being a kid? I do. I mean I don't have them but I'm not too old, I remember the kid process. Kids resole issues the best way they can. When I was a kid, Jenny Gardner whipped me with a jump rope until I apologized. I don't even remember what I did, but I do remember the welts. She may have hit like a girl but she cracked a whip like a woman. Now as adults we struggle and strain to draw things out. We've learned to enhance the pain, making it unbearable for everyone involved.
That's divorce. It's adults in a courtroom sandbox flinging sand and kitty treasures at each other. Even the friendly divorce leaves room for shin cracks with a baseball bat. The problem is there's no playground monitor to make sure the adults play fair. We're expected to play nice because we're adults. Who thought that was a good idea? That's like my mom leaving my little sister to guard the cookies. She always got the good gigs.
How do we work around this? How do we find a way to be nice? Pride and comeuppance are more important than forgiveness and mercy. We hurt, somebody else must suffer. If somebody doesn't bleed, how will anybody know I was wronged? Me? I'm done. I just want to take my ball and go home. I can't; she's still got the stupid thing and it looks like she wants to play bombardment.
Yeah, things haven't really changed at all have they?
2 comments:
Seems a shame that divorces drag out for so long. Not much dignity in that. Hang in there, my friend.
Yeah. That seems to be the nature of the beast. Then there are places like Arizona where you can get a car wash while you wait for the paperwork to finalize, if everybody agrees on it. If no, well do something other than wash the car; it's not worth the argument. ;)
Me, I live in California where the divorce rate is so high they make you wait so that there's not an unnatural ebb/flow in the married/single ratio. It saves stars and starlets from a tidal wave of fresh meat, and also allows time to send "remember me" cards to all your former suiters. Quite courteous that gold rush state.
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