You know, sometimes in life you’re going to be faced with difficult choices. Where to go to college, whether to quit your job, what to eat for dinner, whether it’s worth divorcing your husband to go to a Waka Flocka Flame show. If you are anything like Diane D. of Florida (pictured with WFF), this isn’t a very labored decision at all. Obviously, you leave your husband for Waka.
A few months ago, Diane wanted to go see Waka Flocka, but her hubby wasn’t having it. He disapproved of rap music and attempted to dissuade her from going by telling her she would be out of place amongst a largely African-American audience. That was when the 53-year-old woman, who actually writes a blog about hip hop, realized that her husband just didn’t get her.
As she wrote in her blog: Keep reading »
Today in Things I Should Have Seen Coming: the jewelry my ex-husband gave my was fake. And really, why wouldn’t it be? It’s the perfect, almost too cliche, synopsis to the story of our marriage. Lies — all of it.
Almost three years ago, at the start of what would become a long, drawn out and difficult divorce, I had tucked little pink suede bag that contained the jewelry he had given me away in the back of my safe. Admittedly, it wasn’t much: two rings, a third passed down to him from a family member, and a tennis bracelet.
It seemed unfathomable, at the time, that I would ever reach this point, standing in a quaint little shop trying to convert the pieces into cash. I imagined myself handing them over to our daughter when she was older or just letting it collect dust, because selling it would just be wrong. Disloyal. Tacky, even. Keep reading »
If you thought the “Real Housewives’” divorces were messy, this couple takes irreconcilable differences to a whole new level. A Zimbabwean woman is seeking a divorce because, amongst other outlandish claims, she says her husband tried to force her to have sex with a snake. The husband countered that claim saying his wife urinated on his church uniform and physically abused him. Keep reading »
I seriously never thought I’d say this: I miss being engaged.
I don’t miss wedding planning, and I don’t miss being talked to as if, as a human with a ring and a vagina, I had no interests aside from talking about the details of “my” (so rarely, “our”) big day. I sure as shit don’t miss shopping for wedding dresses. I don’t miss getting Wedding Industrial Side-Eye because Patrick and I had, like, a wedding budget.
What I miss is the day-to-day experience of preparing to love someone publicly. Keep reading »
Let me make this clear: I don’t have a problem with dating a divorced man. No problem at all.
What I do have a problem with is when a divorced man isn’t up front about it.
Menfolk of the world, I’m going to lay down some real talk right now: if your online dating profile doesn’t disclose that you are divorced, the moment you explain you are really “divorced” and not just “single,” I immediately think you are acting shady. Even if you weren’t trying to hide it! Even if you just married her so she could get a green card! Even if you have been divorced so long you’ve forgotten her middle name! Keep reading »
I already kind of suspected love was dead, but now, I know it to be true. I’m sorry, allow me to be more specific about the cause of my angst. Remember that couple with the same name who met on Facebook and ended up getting married back in 2009? Yes, Kelly Hildebrandt(s)! Well they’ve just announced that they are divorcing, citing “irreconcilable differences.” NOOOOOOOOO! Keep reading »