Divorce of the Not so Rich and Famous

Divorce of the Not So Rich and Famous

Suzanne Marsh

“You want a divorce, I’ll give you a divorce!”

“You can not even spell it.”

“Hell, why should I you spell it well enough for both of us.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means you make me feel like an idiot.”

“You make yourself feel like an idiot, not me.”

“You are talking in riddles.”

“No, I am talking common sense.”

“Are you saying I don’t have common sense?”

“You don’t have any sense, common or otherwise.”

“I have enough sense to know we never should have gotten married.”

“Really, whose bright idea was that one?”

“Mine, I guess.”

“You guess? You guess, I was not the one who wanted to get married.”

“Then why did you?”

“That is a damn good question, with no answer.”

“You don’t know why you married me? Is that what you are saying?”

“I wanted out of my parents' house; my home life was horrible. What about you? Why did you marry me?”

“I have no idea. I have never been happy with you. You never once said you loved me.”

“I never would have said I love you; it is not in my vocabulary.”

“Vocabulary?”

“Yes, and if you don’t know what the word means, go look it up in the dictionary.”

“You know, I hate your smugness. It does not become you at all.”

“What? I am not smug, but you are provoking me into saying something I should not.”

“Go ahead, you never let that stop you before.”

“I educated myself, I grew into the person I am; you just stagnated. Okay, so what is wrong with stagnating? I am myself, which is more than I can say for you.”

“Are we going to exchange barbs all day, or are you going to sign the divorce papers?”

“I am not signing anything until my lawyer looks over the papers himself.”

“There is no property; we don’t own a house. We don’t have more than twenty dollars in the

savings or checking account. I don’t feel secure being married to you.”

“Secure? I don’t see you out working. You went to college, why haven’t you got a job?”

“This conversation is going nowhere. I have no idea, I have applications all over the city.”

“How many have you followed up on lately?”

“Several.”

“That doesn’t say much for you looking for a job; now does it?”

“What do you want me to do? Take the first job that is offered to me. I won’t do that. I want a good

job with hours that I can handle. What is wrong with that?”

“Plenty, you do realize we are on the brink of bankruptcy? There is no extra money hidden away.”

“We never had any money to begin with, so why worry about that now?”

“Money has always been a big factor for you. I grew up in a family of six children; you were

an only child. That makes a difference. I never had much of anything; you had the world at

your feet.”

“What are you saying? This is my parents' fault? They scrimped and saved their money. Being an only child is a hard way of life.”

“That has nothing to do with this marriage. Try to stay on track. Why exactly do you want a divorce now? Is there another woman involved? You have not touched me in months.”

“You don’t like to be touched, you are such a cold, calculating woman.”

“COLD, CALCULATING, WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?”

“You are cold and calculating. You are not a warm, loving wife, you know. Why are you so angry?

Did I finally strike a nerve?”

“I don’t have any nerves to strike; you took that way a long time ago. You took away my dignity.

What you did to me no one has the right to do to another person.”

“What the hell are you talking about? This makes no sense to me.”

“You keep telling me, I am cold, calculating. I don’t keep a clean house as your mother does.

I am not your mother! I am your wife!!.”

“Then act like my wife. We can’t even be in a room for more than five minutes before we are

fighting about one thing or another.”

“Maybe, if you thought about what you are saying before you say it, we might just get along a little

better.”

“You are just as bad, those snide remarks, you think I don’t hear?”

“We are straying from the point at hand: is there another woman?”

“Yes...she is younger than you, prettier by far. She has long, flowing dark brown hair and liquid brown

eyes. She is warm and loving, nothing at all like you.”

“I was right, that is why you have not touched me in months. You are a sorry excuse for a man. You go

have sex with your sweetie, you won’t be happy with her either, I’ll make sure of that.”

“Why? Once I sign the divorce papers, there is nothing you can do to me.”

“Nothing, that is exactly what I am talking about. I am not signing any divorce papers today or any

other day. Do you understand me? If I am going to be miserable, so are you.”

“Well, you know what they say: 'misery loves company'.

“Misery is what you are causing me at the moment. I won’t sign the papers until I am comfortable

with my decision, and not before.”

“Why, I don’t love you, and you sure as hell don’t love me.”

“Exactly, you can support two households, you are the moneymaker, remember?”

“This is so nonsensical, I want to remarry. I want to find the happiness I thought we had.”

“Leave it to you to decide the situation is nonsensical. You don’t make much sense, attempting to

hang onto something that is just not there.”

“I see, since neither of us is willing to budge an inch, we are back where we started from. You want

a divorce, and so do I. I also want security. I want a mature man who understands me, something

you never did.”

“How can I understand you? You won’t allow that, and you know that.”

“Fine, I will sign the papers. Get your junk out of here today, and don’t bother coming back!