Being Divorced, Absolutely

Well.  Apparently I got divorced just now. Ex has sent me an email telling me, 'truly hoping for only good things' for me.

I say. What an anti-climax! After ALL that!  I mean not just the year of planning the wedding and the £10,000+ that it cost, but all the anguish of the split, and the incredible hassle and vast expense of getting all the right bits of paper together from the bottom of old drawers, and exact, precise wording onto the divorce forms - and then it's done. Bingo. Without you even knowing.

I really don't know what to feel - if anything much at all. Is it an excuse to share one of the £12 Lidl bottles of champagne I have carefully put by, with Esteemed Partner? That would make a nice change from Cava, and he will be very pleased to hear that I am now a 'Free Woman'.  I think it is very touching that he cares.

Or should I go and smoke a fag at the bottom of the garden by the manure heap and feel sad? I simply don't know.

What I do know is that I must hurry off into Marvin in order to get to the school in time to hear Beloved Daughter singing 'For All the Saints' in the school Chuch Choir.  Perhaps I should first change into a Little Black Dress in which to mourn the end of my eighteen year marriage properly.