Okay, so, I gotta tell you guys about this whole “I Failed to Divorce My Husband” thing. It’s been a wild ride, and honestly, I’m still processing it all. It’s like, you think you know how things are gonna go, and then bam! Life throws you a curveball, or in this case, a whole bunch of them.
It all started when we were, like, ten. Yeah, ten years old. I know, crazy, right? We got hitched, the whole nine yards. I was going through some stuff before this. At that time, I just wanted an escape and got married to someone I’d never met. But I knew that this whole marriage was just a temporary thing. So I made up my mind—I’d wait till we were adults, then propose a divorce. Easy peasy, right? Or so I thought.
- The Waiting Game: I did my time, playing the dutiful wife. We grew up, had our moments, but in the back of my mind, I was always counting down the days.
Fast forward to adulthood. The plan was simple: wait for the “real heroine” to show up. This is where things got tricky. The original storyline had this whole “destined love” thing, and I figured once she appeared, it’d be my cue to exit gracefully. The time came, and I gathered my courage, ready to drop the D-bomb. I went up to him, all prepared for this big, dramatic moment.
- The Big Moment: I finally told him I wanted a divorce, expecting him to be relieved, maybe even happy. After all, we were just kids when we got married, and it wasn’t like we were in love or anything. I laid it all out, clear as day, expecting him to be on the same page.
But guess what? Dude was smiling one minute, and the next, his face just dropped. Like, full-on heartbroken mode. I was so thrown off. I mean, I thought he’d be cool with it, maybe even relieved. But nope, he looked like I just told him his favorite puppy ran away or something. It was, uh, awkward. Turns out, somewhere along the line, he had actually started to care. Like, genuinely care. And here I was, ready to walk away without realizing that he actually likes me.
It was a total shocker. I had been so focused on the original story and my escape plan that I didn’t even consider his feelings. Now, I’m at this point where I realize that our lives are not some storybook, and emotions are way more complicated than I thought. They don’t really disappear, do they? And I got a front-row seat to that whole mess.
The Aftermath
So, yeah, I failed to divorce my husband. Not because he refused or anything, but because I realized that things weren’t as black and white as I had made them out to be. He was all sad and heartbroken. I had been so wrapped up in my own head, planning my grand exit, that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. Now I have to figure out what’s next. It’s like, I went in thinking I was the main character in a predictable story, but life had other plans.
And those elders, ugh, don’t even get me started on them. They were all about tradition and rules, totally ignoring what the king ordered. They were just bad news all around, but that’s a whole other story.
This whole experience has been a huge wake-up call. I was so busy trying to break free from a made-up story that I almost missed out on a real, albeit messy, life. I’ve learned that you can’t just stick to a script; you gotta be open to surprises, even if they totally mess up your plans. So, here I am, trying to navigate this unexpected chapter, feeling all the feels and wondering what the heck is gonna happen next. This whole thing turned into such a mess, but hey, at least it’s never boring.
