Almost a year and a half after John and I separated, we are at last officially divorced.
Why on earth, you may ask, did it take this long? No children in common, no major property or assets?
Well the answer is basically the same answer to why I left him.
Repeated lies, promises to do something and never following through, and the fact that John never does ANYTHING unless a woman forces him to do it or just gives up and does it for him.
Most of this divorce, I ended up doing for him. We had originally agreed to do it together and split the costs. We made several arrangements to meet and do this, and he would always cancel last-minute. He even claimed he filed at one point; it was a lie (shocker). So I finally filed myself and filled out all of my paperwork, but there were still some things that he had to do. First of all I couldn't even get him served because he couldn't even tell me the truth about where he lived. (as if I care. Please.)
Then he couldn't even follow the correct steps to inform the court that although he hadn't been served he was aware of the proceedings and in agreement. Guess who had to meet him at his job with a notary friend, get the form from him, have it notarized AND FILE IT FOR HIM? Yep that would be ME.
I emailed, texted, called, instructed, informed, THREATENED, and at last it is done.
I could go on and on about what a royal pain this was and why, but suffice it to say I am FREE from all of this at last. The divorce filing procedure itself made certain that I never forgot and never regretted why I left him to begin with. (among MANY other issues. Ugh.)
I feel sorry for whatever woman is leading him around by his cojones now to get him through day to day life (besides his Mommy, who is ALWAYS happy to do it), and I am just happy it's no longer me.