A thread broke out yesterday about what folks did on the day they got divorced, and I thought — hey, that’s a Friday Challenge. Tell CN about what you did to ignore/deal with/celebrate the day you were liberated from a fuckwit.
There is no wrong answer. (Okay, unless it involved duct tape, honey and fire ants. We’re not about revenge here.)
Did you shoot fireworks off a building? Have a drink with a friend? Practice indifference?
If you’re still slogging through a break-up, or if you weren’t married, you can still play too. Tell us what you’d like to do, or how you’re rocking a fresh start.
When I learn someone has gotten divorced, I say, “Congratulations on your new beginning.”
Happy new beginnings everyone and TGIF!