I love freedom. I love the rush of wind in my hair when I ride my bike. Needless to say I fall in the category of fast riders not rash. “Your daughter rides real fast” is something my father has grown accustomed to. Belonging to a family of rally drivers this really should’nt surprise him. But as a parent he naturally wants me to be careful. My teenage years have been full of admonishments from relatives and the like. I was even told that my license would get revoked and I would have to appear in court. Ever since then I have wondered what it would be like to appear in court.
Well, I found out yesterday!
I filed a petition for divorce in the family court yesterday.
Judge: Why are you here?
Me: To file for a divorce
Judge: What does your husband do?
Judge: And what do you do?
Me: Staying with my parents, looking after my daughter.
Judge: (nodding her head, looking at the calender) Next hearing on 12/02
and my first day of court was done. My lawyer says I did good.
And I say, this is not going to get me any of my money back, all it will get me is my divorce on ex-party decree. No maintenance no alimony. Lord please prove me wrong. Please.