>Be practicing my sexual liberation, before picking up my divorce papers to show him.
>Come home to find a neat house and dinner cooked.
>Honestly, he must be emotionally manipulating me, the bastard.
>look at the way he acts heartbroken at the news, it's practically wife beating to the courts.
>Now just strike myself over the head with a club, and call the cops.
>Make sure to place it by him.
>It took some talking to the hellhound cop before she took him away.
>I'll have to report her for internalized misogyny and victim-blaming.
> “Strike angles” my beautiful butt
>Fast forward to the day before the proceedings end
> The Danuki lawyer is doing wonders getting his assets.
>Most of his half is going to his lawyer anyway.
>And she's my lawyer's sister!
>Also, that's what it took to get her on board
>I didn't want the money, I just want him ruined.
>One of his emotionally manipulating crying sessions almost got to my lawyer though
>I had to remind her that men don't have real feelings.
>The next day when I was getting picked up by her she was singing something in Russian, it reminded me of that falling block game.
>The lyrics apparently translating to “my box is so light and the strap doesn't cut into my shoulder, and all my sweety took was a turquoise ring”
>So she met someone last night, lucky her.
>My husband dropped his emotionally manipulative act
>One of the things he had to give up was his nice car
>I would have had it destroyed, but my lawyer wanted it for her “sweetie”
>Waste not want not I suppose.
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