Le Divorce

Doesn’t it sound so much more sophisticated in French?

ahhhhh…yes, I am putting it out there – as if you didn’t already know. My husband and I are getting a divorce. Actually, to be correct my husband has decided to divorce me….because we don’t have any more “fun”. That is all the background information you are going to get, you greedy little monkeys. True, I am airing my dirty laundry, but even a classy woman draws the line somewhere.

Honestly, this post is brought to you by the knowledge of Anne Cimerola, my grandmother, and Joe Schieve, my father…I dare you to try to find anyone on this earth wiser than these two. While neither of them have ever divorced, they do know a thing or two about a thing or two.

Joe is the hardest working man I’ve ever known. Although he may not have made millions, his work ethic is solid. And he applies this work ethic to everything…even his marriage.  The thing Joe impressed upon me more than anything, besides trying not to be such a procrastinator, is to never give up. Once you start something, anything, you never quit. I guess that is why I hung in there as long as I did with my marriage. I was wasn’t going to be a quitter. I never was before, and I wasn’t about to start now.

Now, that being said, we have a very different point of view from my grandmother to consider. Anne also never believed in quitting. But she definitely drew a line in the sand regarding how much bullshit she would take. Her famous words were always: If you’re not happy, there are two doors in this house…one in the front and one in the back. Choose one, and don’t let it hit you in the ass on the way out.

My only regret throughout all of this, is that I didn’t say those words sooner.

As for my father…when asked what he thought about this whole divorce situation, he only had one thing to say: Anne, he’s nothing but a quitter.

(now a quitter with a dodge viper.)