After a long marriage, a brief period of utter collapse, ten months of anxious waiting, and a whirlwind three days involving finding out my divorce filing had been rejected, and then fighting with the court to prove to them that they had made the mistake, rather than me, I found out this morning that I’m officially single again.
Who wants cake?
I do! I do! Hold the death, please.
Seriously, congratulations. It must be a load off your mind.
Mmmm… divorce cake.
When become single bring pie!
Congratulations.
My friends threw me a Re-Bachelor party - limo up to Baltimore, Orioles game, copius beverages, a cultural trip to the ballet, then a club to round the evening off.
I do.
I’ve been through this twice, so I know it can be a sort of happy/sad occasion. So . . . I don’t know. Hope you’re doing okay.
My hope and prayer is that you both will be happier.
Regards,
Shodan
Sweet.
Sweeeeet.
Sweeeeeeeeeeet.
Sw…eh?
Sweet.
Also, congrats to Asimovian.
Congratulations! And yes, I would like cake please.
It was the sort of ballet starring young ladies putting themselves through med and law school. Off Broadway ballet, if you will.
** snort **
Uh … congrats Asimovian? You must feel better that it’s all over with, at the very least.
What kind of cake? (Wait … are you requesting it or offering it?)
Thank you. I am definitely feeling a variety of emotions today. Happy, relieved, a bit mournful, relieved, refreshed, relieved…a number of things.
Did I mention relieved? Seriously, though. A number of people joked with me about having a divorce party. But honestly, I’m not feeling all that celebratory. Just…just that it’s time.
Thanks to all of you for the congrats (yes, that’s appropriate) and well-wishes. I haven’t decided what sort of cake I’m serving, yet. It might just be whatever is on sale at the supermarket. 
It put things in perspective for me - that the divorce itself wasn’t a sad occasion. There were sad things, but they happened before.
I made clear to my friends there was to be no trashing my ex allowed (she’s the mother of my son, and now, after 5 years, I’d consider her a friend too). It helped that none of them had ever met her (work friends, I had moved to a new city for this job).
But there is nothign like Beer, Baseball and Boobs to lift your spirits, at least temporarily.
I don’t drink beer, my baseball team was vanquished a month ago, and the woman I’m dating is 2,000 miles away. Am I completely screwed or what?
Well Beer is a generic name for all alcoholic beverages in this situation, Baseball can be replaced with any other male bonding activity, and Boobs, well, I didn’t say you had to be dating the owner of them. Trust me, a thick wad of singles and as many boobs as you can handle will be yours, if only temporarily.
Does she have a webcam? 
I never know if it’s right to say “Congratulations” when someone announces a divorce, so I’ll say (Shodan beat me to it!) I hope you’ll be happier now that it’s final.
Since you mention cake, I’m guessing you’re happy about it? Are you going to be re-entering the dating scene right now? Or have you already?
We have used video chat to talk before. Beyond that, I haven’t the slightest idea what you could possibly be suggesting.
I’ve gotten a number of congratulations today, and I think it’s appropriate. The legal bonds were the last remaining ties to the relationship, and those have finally been broken. It is a nice freedom to have.
I have been dating happily for quite some time, now. I intend to stay the course.
Wishing you luck in your new life!
I just ordered bbq with mac 'n cheese and peach cobbler to be delivered for my celebratory dinner. I believe I am handling this appropriately.