DIVORCE, SPLITTING THE LEGAL WAY
"This is crazy! We can't just split up and walk away, like when Joyce left me. She just left, I accepted it; and bingo, it was over. But now, with Cynthia, just because we got a marriage license, we have to get a formal, judge-approved, divorce. It's ridiculous!" Sharon was obviously angry.
Tina Martin, the lesbian Sharon was venting to at the bar, shook her head. "Slow down, Sharon. We fought hard for years to get the state to approve gays getting married. You and Cynthia took advantage of that four years ago. To split, you can't do it the old fashioned way; you've got to follow the law. Pay the dollars, split the furnishings and you'll be free to make the same mistake again." Tina laughed. "And again and again. That's the legal way to split up."
"I hate spending my hard earned money that way. Maybe next time I won't go for a marriage license." Sharon gulped her drink until the glass was empty.
"Slow down, woman. Next time just be sure you want to live with a wife 'until death'; that way, divorce won't be a problem." Tina bumped Sharon's shoulder with an open hand. "If we want the right to marry, we have to follow the divorce law as well."
"I know you're right." Sharon moved her glass to the edge of the bar for a refill.
Carl, the owner of the Gaylife, set a new drink for her and took her credit card. "Sharon, I heard your talk about the divorce. Make it easy on yourself and sit down to talk with Cynthia to make it happen. Don't make it frontpage news in the Register. All the happily married gays don't need that."
Sharon picked up her drink. "I know you're right, Carl. I'll be a good girl and pay my share. I can't let the whole gay community down."
"That's the spirit." Carl went down the bar to serve other patrons.
Sharon took her cell phone and dialed Cynthia's number. "Okay, you win. I'll pay my share and we can settle this without any more anger from me. Can you meet me here at Gaylife tomorrow around three?"
"Okay, I'll be here." She hung up and looked at Tina. "Everybody wins but me. I didn't want our marriage to end this way. Everything was so great at the beginning."
"Yes, Sharon, it was; and all of us celebrated with you and Cynthia. Nobody's celebrating now and you know why." Tina drummed her fingers on the bar.
"I know. My fooling around with the new redhead in town, was me being stupid. I deserve what's happened and am paying the price. I just hate having part of it go to the Court."
"Welcome to the new world." Sharon lifted her glass for a toast.
Sharon picked up her glass, tapped it against Tina's and said, "To the new world of divorce. I hate it."
The next afternoon at three, Sharon arrived at the Gaylife and sat across a table from Cynthia. "Did you bring the papers? How much is this going to cost me?" Sharon sipped from her drink.
Cynthia took an envelope from her purse. "Actually, it's a simple process unless you want to fight over who gets what. As you'll read here, I've listed everything, based on which of us purchased it; and I added the television to my list to make up for your two-timing ways. It's only fair." She lay the papers in front of Sharon along with a pen for her signature. "Write a check for $350 to the County for your share of the expenses. Notice, there's no alimony for either of us to pay to the other."
Cynthia scooted her chair away from the table and picked up her Coca Cola.
Sharon looked over the papers, then took the pen and signed them. She took her checkbook from her hip pocket and wrote it as instructed by Cynthia. "Here you go. Now can we be friends again with no hard feelings, okay?"
"No problem, as long as I'm smart enough to keep my distance." Cynthia put the papers in her purse. "And, I expect you to keep yours." She laughed and got up to leave.
Sharon sat alone, silently reviewing her actions that had led to that moment. She hadn't intended to do the wrong thing. She knew she'd been stupid. She determined to never get another marriage license; it just didn't fit her style."
Nobody joined Sharon at her table so she got up and left the bar.