Dec 23
"Victory" Champagne
Over the past few months, one of my best friends has found himself in the middle of the divorce from hell… We have been referring to his soon-to-be-ex-wife as the “mother of all bitches” ever since…
The crap he’s had to take and most probably will encounter in the near future can only be described as “sheer hell”… It has become abundantly clear that she is out to totally emotionally and financially destroy him… Looking back, there is proof that she has in fact been planning her divorce strategy for a long time coming… And if she gets her way, he’ll be left with virtually nothing…
I have respect for the fact that people opt for divorce (afterall I´ve done the same)… And though I think they´re not always right, I can understand some people need to blame the other for e-ve-ry-thing that went wrong… I have however NO respect whatsoever for the fact that some people feel the need to totally emotionally and financially destroy the person they are divorcing… Why not cut your losses, make sure you and your child are taken care of, and start a new life? Let it be! Why all the vengeance? It is beyond me…
He called me the other day to tell me that he finally managed to finalize the first part of the divorce, which is called “the separation of table and bed”. This basically means that anything he does, or acquires or earns from now on will not be part of the upcoming divorce-settlement (he now has to go through court to get the financial settlement and custody settlement finalized, which no doubt is going to be heartbreaking as she is planning to financially bleed him dry and only allow him minimal access to their 6 month old child). He asked me whether I had plans for the evening because he felt like celebrating this first part of the being free of her, and could we do it at my place…
He arrived at my doorstep with… a bottle of champagne…
PINK champagne…
which was a leftover of his wedding festivities that took place little over a year ago…
How good is that..? Celebrating the first part of your divorce with a bottle of pink champagne from your wedding?
I almost peed my pants when he said: “I usually don’t really care for champagne, actually I don’t even like it, but this “Phase I - Being Freed Of The Mother Of All Bitches” bottle… Hmmm… Champagne has never ever tasted this good to me!”
And for the record: there was NO hangover… it was quality champagne… I guess…
