StrangeWulf13 wrote:
Dare I ask?
Heh heh heh....
My sister-in-law --brother's wife-- was married before. She married almost the minute she turned 18, just to escape her family. This was a big mistake. He was an older middle manager who wanted a young and pretty trophy wife, and to be honest I think she had no idea what a "trophy wife" was, much less what she was getting herself into. It turned out that the guy was a complete control freak; he not only bought all of her clothes (and threw out all the clothes she brought with her as "unacceptable"), he decided what she would wear every day -- when he got up in the morning he would lay out her outfit for her on the bed, including accessories like jewelry and the handbag she was allowed to carry. Everything of his, and everything in their house, had to be "just so" as well, right down to his drilling her for two weeks in exactly how to iron the creases in his shirts and how socks should be folded and put away. If an item of clothing aquired a spot or worn bit it was thrown away immediately, because everything had to be absolutely pristine.
He only wore white underwear and white shirts, and they had to
sparkle.
He actually starched and ironed his boxers.
Well, apparently she actually lived with this for two years. The final straw was because she was vegetarian. She'd been vegetarian since she was 12 -- fortunately she isn't the kind of person who tries to force this on anybody else, she had just made the decision that she didn't want animals dying to feed
her, and she stuck to it. Which is not a feeling I share, but is something I can respect.
Anyway, her husband knew this. And he knew her feelings about not wanting animals to die for her. And knowing this, he went out and bought her a
mink coat. There was a big business Christmas party coming up, you see, and he instructed her to wear it. (He had also picked out a rather stunning blue dress, and her belt, purse, necklace, and earrings.)
She snapped. The afternoon before the party, while he was away at work, she bought up a job lot of RIT dye, and she tie-dyed every single piece of white cotton in the house, including all his carefully starched, pressed boxer shorts. And she left them draped over everything.
Then she showed up to the party in complete hippie clothes -- the flares, the gauze blouse, the giant clay hippie beads -- and announced that they were getting a divorce to everyone.
Then she grabbed her suitcases and left, so unfortunately there is no description to be had about what his face was like when he got home. Imagination must be left to fill in for that.
She's not actually a hippie (never was), but given the situation, I can't think of anything that would have had quite the same impact. Nor, I guess, could she.
So there you go...I tend to regard divorce as messy, ugly and undesireable, but if it has to happen, well....
<i>Forte est vinu. Fortier est rex. Fortiores sunt mulieres: sup om vincit veritas.</i>