Losing More Than Your Mind in a Divorce

Reflections on the day he took the spoon caddy

This truth is known in divorce — From time to time, you lose your shit. Literally. Like, it was there on Tuesday and today is Thursday and it is not there. This is the Jack-In-The-Box of divorce suckitude and you can’t predict when it will pop up. But, I have an idea on how to make this easier and it is brilliant.

My soon to be ex-husband’s name was still on the deed to the house until the divorce was final. So, he felt the legal right to be there. This had not been an issue as he had “spousal induced health issues” that caused his blood pressure to skyrocket to 220/145 when he was around me.

Literally, I might have been able to kill him by jumping out from behind a wall and yelling, “Boo!”

He was never at the house when I was. What meant was that he would come by from time to time and either clean out or pick up stuff that was his. Or he felt should be his. On some days, the change in household appearance was so subtle I felt like I was staring at that puzzle where you have two pictures side by side and have to figure out what is different. Sometimes I didn’t even notice something was different until shit got weird. Like when I went to make eggs.