Crazy Sh$% people say when you are divorcing. For Reals. (People truly say the strangest things to you when you are divorcing.)
Just a few truly unbelievable comments people have said to me during my divorce.
When you are divorcing, lots of people have lots of comments that they just NEED to share. You have these people in your life. We all do.
Frienemies, fake friends, those people who used to be a friend.
You haven’t heard from them in years but the minute they find out you are divorcing, here they come.
They are salivating at the thought of digging into the details of your downfall. Here are some of my favorite comments that I got when I decided to divorce.
Don’t kid yourself, they don’t want to find out how you are coping. They want the dish. The scoop. The dirt. They want to pick away at your emotional wounds and watch you bleed.
And they find you everywhere.
On Facebook, a woman I grew up with messaged me one morning with lots of questions:
“Was my husband having an affair?”
“Was I?”
“Were we still sleeping in the same bed?”
All these intimate questions from some woman I hadn’t laid eyes on in over a decade.
But it gets worse, on a trip to the grocery store I run into a Mom from school. She cornered me with her shopping cart.
“Was it true? What happened?” “But we seemed so happy,” she implored.
I was just there to buy some cheap wine but instead I was being asked to explain the demise of my marriage in the frozen food section.
But the best assault might have been at a lovely fundraising luncheon, in a room full of happy smiling women in pastel dresses. She must have heard about my shit filled separation ’cause here she came.
The fake hug wasn’t enough to cover how truly elated she was to hear about my separation.
The rapid fire questions began. No compassionate hug. No questions about my child.
Are you getting alimony? How much?
Does he have a girlfriend?
Are you selling your house?
I would’ve rather been drinking hairspray in an alley than making happy talk with her.
So here’s some advice:
Just because I’m getting a divorce and my life resembles a big pile of sh*&, please don’t dig.
First of all, I’m very cranky. I’m not eating or sleeping so I just might punch you.
My moods are unstable.
I might cry huge rivulets of despair all down the front of my party frock.
Or I might just decide I’ve had enough and pull out wads of your hair extensions.
If you can’t be a true friend that’s ok. Just don’t be a bitch. And if you see me in the grocery store, keep on moving.
xoxo-Rosie