The good news about getting divorced is that you’re able to clean out a lot of shit you never thought you’d be able to get rid of previously. I’ve fully embraced this opportunity and never cease to be amazed at what red flags I should have noticed years ago.
I was cleaning out one of the bedroom closet today and came across a box in my ex’s handwriting marked “fedoras.” As promised, it really was filled with fedoras he had purchased both before and throughout our relationship.
Irony, thy name name is divorce. What have you discovered when breaking up?