My friends often ask me, “when are you getting divorced?”. Well, how about never. Why do we have to get divorced?
Daddy likes boys, so it’s kinda unlikely I’ll be looking to get married soon plus with the state of gay marriage in the US, certainly not going to happen in this country “land of the free, home of the brave” BS. The US seems to always be a total contradiction of itself. So why get divorced?
A lot of divorces are often tinged with anger, you stupid bitch, screw you a**hole, type of stuff. Unfortunately, the only real winner in this situation is the government and lawyers, neither of which work segment I’m looking to see excel. You lose your tax status, pay capital gains on splitting the assets, set a time bomb on your primary home — I’m not seeing a ton of advantages here.
In Europe, it’s quite common to find people who’ve split up and just don’t get divorced and leading separate lives. I mean, the two were married, they must have some communication skills between each other, and they use the skills to come to some reasonable understanding, perhaps it’s written, in my own questioning, it often comes down to simply trust and a basic moral agreement. I think that may be where we’re headed.
Clearly, my wife may meet someone, and I hope she does, and find herself wanting to get married. But in this case, she’ll be going to a new life, something to look forward to, rather than what often appears as the darkness of solitary divorced life.
All too often people try and take advantage of another. I win, you lose type of thing. But that’s the basis of a bad business deal for all parties. I have a moral obligation to my wife and she has an obligation to make fair and reasonable demands on me. Clearly there is some haggling, but it should be measured in millimeters, not kilometers.
I’m the biggest kid around, I find it difficult to take most things too seriously, I also make mistakes, but I hope we collectively will try and do the right thing.
Now with that load off my back, cleansed as I am for the DC PRIDE Weekend. Chicago-based Professor Tim indicates he has his party dress packed, I’m warming up some burritos in the oven, we’re going Latino hunting.
Meanwhile, back in London, TC has called twice today warning he plans to make random calls over the weekend to check my status and failing an immediate answer will alternatively become insanely jealous or sad. He’s still my little Tiger Cub, he need not worry (much).