Divorce squabbles are worse than marital ones. Take it from me. Each partner wants to solve the Great Injustice--in his own mind, anyway.
And the acrimony is much, much worse. There's more stress when you are living a lie and can't get out of it because of your masochism, codependence, pride, whatever. And when you have to give a sizeable chunk of change to the person you most hate in the world (me) it is positively infuriating--I can hear the blood vessels bursting all the way in Ohio.
I'd rather live by myself anyway. I love my temporary little house.
God help them, poor things. My therapist told me that when one gets older one reaches a stage called "integration" when one looks back on life and comes to some conclusion about whether or not one was the person one wanted to be. Hee hee hee.
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