I think, “I don’t” would be a better title than, “Yes”.
I didn’t have to deal with that. My ex cleaned out the house when I was at work one day. Took everything except one of the sofas, a mattres, and some of my clothes.
Omigod that’s ignorant. I’m sorry.
There was a girl on Reddit who broke up with her plumber boyfriend, who had installed a new toilet for her. He took the toilet with him.
It was very stressful in the moment but it ultimately worked out in my favor. Turns out judges don’t like it when you file for divorce, immediately violate the standing restraining order, and then don’t show up for your own hearing.
Omigod.
I ran mine through the shredder with zero hesitation when I found it. The woman I was dating said it was the coldest thing she’d ever seen.
Disco Elysium behavior
I was doing some poxy arse-covering COSHH awareness course in the office which sat on the entertainment scale somewhere between “chewing tinfoil” and “drowning”. The worst part of it was that there was no ticket or certification at the end of it, just an eight hour classroom input that absolved the job if we were to drink bleach or put cordite in the microwave or something.
The trainer was pleasant enough, and signed our certificates, handed them out, and looked confused when I fed it straight into the shredder.
Everything gets a certificate now. It wasn’t the trainer’s fault, but my in-tray and mailbox was already twice as full as it should have been without more pointless certificates to sift through.
So just in front of her. It was a performance shred? Just gotta say she knows how it will go if she ever mistrust you?
“Really? Have you never seen ice?”
What’s a wedding scrapbook?
Physcisl pictures in an “album”. Like turning pages in a book, but it’s just pictures. Practice kind of ended due to digital storage.
Not just pictures. The difference to a photo album is, that a scrap book has a lot of different things: photos, you write in it, paint in it and put in items like tickets or dried flowers or some other mementos.
I believe, it’s this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Scrapbooking
So, kind of like a photo album but more freestyle…?
I still have things. Haven’t been able to move forward.
Anyone have any gay romance stories about meeting someone after divorce?
I wish I had the whole story, but Gramps divorced Grandma and moved to San Francisco. Joined a band. Did a little drag. Found a wonderful partner we all knew as Uncle [Harvis] and they were together forty years before Gramps passed (cancer. None of the polycule were HIV+ through some “small” miracle). When I was in high school Gramps came out, and we were all “thank you for trusting us enough to share this with us, but like we kinda figured what with you only having one bed” Then they added a clown (who was also an excellent cook, not using clown as an pejorative here) to the relationship. And then a failed businessman who got eaten by Amway. And then a former preacher. I had seven grandpas when Gramps finally passed and I was 15 before I realized my family was unusual.
I don’t tell my other two (cishet. Feels kinda weird that I have to specify but the other 5 are not) grandpas, but the ones in the polycule have always been my favorite, especially Gramps. They knew healthy ways to feed my transgressivosity gland. My favorite holidays growing up were the ones we spent at their house, even though they didn’t have all the fancy toys. No, they gave attention and treated like real (though little) human beings without fail. Actually listened to the words coming out of our mouths instead of tuning us out.
So I get you were probably hoping for a different perspective, but I think they had a great relationship and they helped me figure out how to be a good spouse by mere example.
It was the complete dispassion with which I shredded the album that she found so cold. Truly Arctic.
trash can works too
That’s where mine went. I don’t want any photos of him.
Burning it sounds a lot more fun
I was on a tour bus for a food and wine event in Charleston SC some years ago. We had started drinking at 10 am and were pretty much all soused by the time the bus was taking us back. It was a wonderful day.
Anyway we were on this old retro school bus with the windows that you pop open and they open from the top, and we were crossing the bridge from John’s Island back to the city overtop of a marsh, and this drunk girl who was clearly recently separated took her ring off, snapped the window down, and flung it into the marsh below, and yelled “Sayonara motherfucker!”.
Then she saw me blinking in surprise and said, “I think that was the perfect place to do that”.
Well ok.
That’s more divorced than Asgore in Deltarune lmfao
