November 10, 2006
A stacked deck
Originally published March, 25,2005
I was inspired when I read this post. I'm a three-year veteran of divorce court now, and every time I walk into those hallowed halls, I get fucked worse than I was before. I don't expect anything else anymore (I've been the cat on the hot stove too many times. I KNOW now that it's going to burn me.) so I listen to the idiotic verdicts and I write more checks.
I am playing against a stacked deck.
I am a man. I am doomed in divorce court. I made the mistake of marring the wrong woman, having a child with her and working my ass off for ten years to give my family a nice, happy home. When Jennifer threw me out and moved an unemployed dope-smoker into my bed before the door closed, that didn't matter. The fact that she pulled this shit while I was diagnosed with prostate cancer didn't matter.
The fact the she stole ALL of my money, cost me my home and took my son away from me meant nothing. The fact that SHE made more money that I DID meant nothing. She yelled "I WANT A DIVORCE!" and she got one, by gawd, and she left me rolling around like a piece of litter on a wind-blown street. I can sing a "rap" song about that experience. The RAP is the sound of the judge's gavel when he triggers that legal net above your head that dumps two tons of horse-shit on you.
And every time you think that you might be digging yourself out, it's BOHICA time (Bend Over---Here It Comes Again!). I've never endured ANYTHING even remotely as humiliating, frustrating, disgusting, demeaning, painful and pitiless as divorce court. If a woman wants to kill you, that's a handy route to do it. She'll want to make sure that you die BROKE first, and the court will support her in that plot.
Walk in there, guys, and you're up Shit's Creek without a paddle. But our esteemed lawmakers don't want to change this butt-fuck machine. They'd rather send out their impressive brain-farts waves on anti-smoking ordinances. Buncha cowards.
I'm going to convince myself that the pummelling I've received so far is justified. Really--- I'm going to do that. I'm also going to convince myself that all the money I've paid so far was money I DESERVED TO PAY. Really--- I'm going to do that. After all, it's the LAW. I am going to convince myself that it is wise.
And pigs will fly right outta my ass tomorrow.
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