
I said, ‘I. Want. A. Divorce!’
“This is what happens when you get high on foolishness.”
When you’re done preaching about foolishness, do well to think of the divorce papers you’ll be presented by Thursday.
“You CANNOT leave me. I am everything to you. You have neither friends nor family to run to. Even if you do run to them, they’ll tell you you’re joking because we’re the perfect couple.”
You’re sitting there spewing thrash about a perfect couple when you do not even have the decency to keep your zipper up during this pandemic. Coronavirus is causing people to become more prudent and even more conscious of their families. But my dear husband traveled hundreds of miles just to be with Linda. Linda we all know.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Of course, you don’t know what I’m talking about. It’s not unusual fr you to not understand things that either make you uncomfortable or tarnish your ‘good image’.
“You haven’t taken your coffee, I think you should.”
This isn’t about coffee, Jacob. This is about your lack of respect for our matrimonial vows. It is about the pain you inflict on me whenever you act irresponsibly. It is about the tears I shed incessantly for a man who is clearly tired of being married to me. This is about all the things you do to me that do not make any sense at all. Before we got married, I told you in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t ready to get stressed up because of a man. I told you all the things I wouldn’t put up with and you said you’d be good. You promised to be a respectful, loyal, and sensible human being.
“You’re beginning you bore me with this drama.”
Jacob, I am still speaking. I do no interrupt your speeches and so, I see no reason why you should cut me short. Besides, I’m telling you all these so that no one will say I didn’t try. We’ve acted as the perfect couple in public for four solid years of our lives. Within those years, you cheated countless times with various women. You threatened to take away the kids if I walk away, more times than I can remember. You manipulated me into believing I am crazy and in need of mental help. You promised to ruin my reputation despite knowing how long and how much work I put into it.
“You can’t blame me for being a man, Rebecca. You can’t blame me for wanting to secure that which is mine. You belong to me. The day you signed those documents of matrimony, you sold your life to me and gave me total ownership, and I can do whatever pleases me. I won’t sign any divorce documents. I won’t give you the freedom to have your own life. No, I won’t.”
This conversation isn’t going as I had imagined it would. You’re still stubborn and unyielding. However, my mind is made. Henceforth, you’ll communicate with my lawyers. I’m done trying to fix you because you aren’t worth it.