Today,at the age of 44, I signed my second set of divorce papers. It will be three years this Christmas since the Extra Crispy left so it is well time the papers were signed, still I couldn't help feeling like I wanted to throw up. My sister claimed, as a good sister should, the Original doesn't count due to the fact he's a British National and somedays you take what you can get.
So why did it take three years? In the beginning I thought he'd realize his mistake. But the past two years it's been good old fashioned arguing about money(or lack thereof). There was a time when I thought we were headed to court to fight over debt but thankfully, although years into this thing, back room deals were reached, lawyers drew up the papers and the signing has happened.