The same day I receive my divorce decree, I post my new status on Facebook: I got what I wanted for Christmas, I announce. I got my divorce.
People who know me well say things like, Thank God or About Time.
People who know me less well say things like, Uh, congrats? I think. Or, I’m happy for you, if that’s what you wanted.
No, it’s not what I wanted. What I wanted is what I thought I was getting when I married him. But in lieu of that, I accept the state of Washington’s return policy.
But there’s a third category of message, rather unexpectedly. It goes like this: That’s great news. Can I take you out for a celebratory drink?