One of my co-workers, whom I quite like, told me over lunch today that she is getting divorced - as in, the papers will be final on Monday getting divorced, so this is hardly news. In fact, it seems they separated in September (immediately after their return from a 13-day trip to Europe with another colleague and her husband, in fact - and I wish I had the nerve to ask for the details on that trip.) I hadn't heard a word of it before today, and she said she has been sort of keeping it under wraps at the office. Fair enough, as her soon-to-be-ex worked here back in the day.
I asked how she felt about this development, and she said, "Good," so I said, "Congratulations." And we talked briefly about her living situation and the conversation moved on.
What I did not say, and must now say here ... although I disapprove of divorce in principle ... is: good riddance! I never liked him. I could never understand what a smart, tall, attractive, well-paid, gregarious woman in her mid-20s (at that time, now 31) wanted with a guy who is dull, short, unattractive, at least ten years older than she, not making any more money than she can earn for herself, not particularly pleasant company, who walked out on his first wife of 10+ years and two small children (both under five, one not even mobile yet). She can do so much better. So, so much better.
And I hope she will come to our upcoming party in January, to which Evite I added her immediately after learning that I could invite her without including him. (I hope you girls are coming too!)
Twinks, I want to hear about your trip to the CT in-laws. I didn't realize (but judging from your tweeting I now gather) that this out of town venture involved the entire Mr Twinkle clan. Do tell.
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