What They Don't Tell You About Divorce

So, I am officially divorced now.  But we still live together and he still doesn't do what I tell him.

No matter. I have a lover, he has a lover; it's all good.

Except when you see those bricks at a stadium, or a bench at a metro park--with inscriptions dedicated to spouses--and you now know you won't be seeing your name on one.

When I was at the Art Institute of Chicago recently and I noticed a gallery dedicated by a man to his loving wife, I felt sick to my stomach.  

Damn.

Why couldn't I have divorced a rich man?

Reason #584 why I prefer my fantasy life.