Divorce Party

Friends gave us towels with “Not His” and “Not Hers” written in glittery epoxy, mismatched wine glasses, and CDs in the wrong jewel cases. Eric, a mail-order minister, oversaw our anti-vows and we exchanged plastic gumball machine rings. A year later my ex took a job out of state—a move I blessed out of stupidity and a misunderstanding of the Buddhist tenet of nonattachment. Sometimes, when the hamper is full and the Laundromat too awful to contemplate, I use the “Not Hers” towel, whose words are so rough they leave long, unromantic scratches if I forget to avoid them.

Photo credit: Beret Olsen

3 Responses to “Divorce Party”

1. Vivian says:

   December 8, 2014 at 7:32 am

   Wonderful

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2. Matthew Limpede says:

   March 12, 2014 at 4:46 pm

   Loved this.

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3. jeff switt says:

   February 22, 2014 at 12:44 pm

   Delightful and creative.

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