I really love the idea behind some of the problems in divorce. The first one has to be figuring out who gets what. It seems like a lot of the reason people get married would be to have equal shit. Suddenly, they have more clothes, more money, a bigger home, that sort of stuff. For some reason, everybody has to have SOMETHING in this world. When you brought a friend to your house for the first time, what did you do first? Showed them all the cool stuff you own. Same thing with a date, you show her all the things in your home. It’s why even homeless people carry bindles. Or grocery cart for these 20th century hobos. Even THEY need shit! So when you get divorced, you will fight for certain things, thing don’t even FUCKIN’ MATTER. Like, an ashtray that you stole from some old ladies apartment in the bahamas. Her grandson rented you her apartment while she was in the nursing home, and you stole her ashtray, and you will fight about who gets to keep that. Why? Are you really going to be smoking a cigarette and say, “Geez, the good ol’ days, smoking with this tray with Denise…good times, good times.” I’m not sure that’d be a real great memory to relive.
I mean, there’s certain things I could see the point of fighting for, things like, certain jewelry for women, certain pictures, things like that. Oh yeah, and how about CHILDREN!? Yeah, you know what, people getting divorced regress back to the age of fuckin’ 6.
“I gave BIRTH to them! I get to KEEP them!”
“It was MY seed bitch, they are MINE!”
I mean, the children already feel bad enough considering they almost always assume it’s their fault-whether it is or not-and now they’re being fought over like they’re the thimble in Monopoly and everybody wants to be it! It’s FUCKING INSANE! Like I said, certain things like jewelry and pictures and things with sentimental value, I can totally see worth fighting for, but things like ashtrays and shit like that, come ON people.
Here’s how selfish a man Scott Lasky is: My ex-step-dad (Scott) has had a dog since we knew him, he’s had him since he was born basically and has raised him. Well, FED him anyway. I grew up with this dog for a little over 10 years. When this whole divorce thing came down, he took the dog to his sisters house and left with her and her two kids. One of them I trust with my life, being as she’s one of my best, closest and dear friends, and it’s not that I don’t trust her, it’s the fact that:
A.) He took him to people who didn’t GROW UP WITH HIM and know what he’s like
B.) He apparently can’t even take care of a mother fucking dog, so I guess it’s no surprise the marriage didn’t last
That dog was one of items I would have fought for. Pets are part of the FAMILY, no matter what, and family sticks together.
Okay I didn’t really think that last one through, considering what this post is about.
m@rk
