Friday, August 6, 2010
Divorce and Leprosy
I need a colony. Other divorced people. People who are failing at divorce. People whose ex-spouses won't communicate with them. No returned calls. No answered emails. Letters unacknowledged. Won't divide the joint assets. People who've been expunged from the consciousness of the person they once loved.
Our friends are sick of our oozing unfinished business. Acquaintances avert their eyes on the street and in the supermarket. The rotting stench of leftover grief and anger and eroding self-esteem might as well be stumps of fingers or leftover nubbins of noses and lips. Not fit for polite society.
Our attorneys are sick of us too. Or sick of our cases anyway. They've tried. They've taken our money. They want a colony too.
Could the colony be in Hawaii? Please?