I've been divorced for two days, and I didn't even know it.
It hasn't really sunk in yet. I can't explain why that is, honestly. I mean, come on ... it's been two and a half years coming. Why am I surprised? I guess I just didn't think the system would work quite so quickly ... and yet, there you have it.
I'm divorced.
I don't know whether to laugh, cry or throw up. So for the moment, I'm gonna crack open another beer, put my feet up and figure it out.
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I have only one question.
Do you get your name back?
When I went through my divorce, that was truly the only thing I wanted.
I could have my name back, but for the time being, anyway, I shall remain Margaret Annette Bieritz Rathunde. Since I never actually "gave up" my name, I don't feel the need to go back to just Bieritz.
All good divas have long names, after all.
And if I'm honest - and if I can't be honest on my own damn blog, where can I? - Christopher was never very good at choosing the right gifts for me. Oh, I loved everything he gave me because of the spirit behind it. But no gift every made me as happy as the name. I am the only Bieritz Rathunde in the world, and I like it that way.
Weird, I know. But did you expect anything less?
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