Divorced Besties Novels & Stories

My hands shook a little after I put my signature on the paper as I realized the gravity of what I had just done. I was officially divorced. As I stared at the signed papers, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just grief any more; it was clarity. I had nothing left tying me to Washington city. No family. No home. There's no reason to stay. The love I’d fought for, cried for and defended had never truly existed. Julian had walked out of our marriage long before today. I was just the last one to leave. And maybe, just maybe, that made me stronger. I wiped my tears, squared my shoulders, and told myself I would not be broken. I would start again on my own terms.

He stayed quiet, seemingly lost in thought. Finally, I broke the silence. "If that's all, I'll hang up now." Suddenly, he asked, "Do you want to come with me tomorrow?" I couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness. Back when we were married, I had begged him to take me to events like this, and he never once agreed. Now that we were divorced, what was the point? "I won't go. And from now on, don't call me again. Call your stylist or your housekeeper. Just don't call me. We're divorced now, remember?"

Even though her plan was adopted, it wouldn’t bring her to an honourable condition as compared with the care Charles had offered her. Another thought which added more degree to her isomerism was what the neighbourhood would think and say in gossip if she carried out her mechanistic objective. She said that “the neighbours who envied her for the affluence and splendor in which she was properly maintained or taken care of by Charles would laugh at her, because of this divorce that she entangled with.” She added that “the company of good friends who stood round them in a profound love, when Vivian and Charles wedded would be amazed and would come in to ask questions about the unexpected separat

Pieces that moved at her convenience. -If brides cancelled their weddings at the request of their mothers, no one would be married. - Caitlin said, giving a sweet laugh that lightened the mood. - I just hope you can get to know him in detail so you don't feel like you're making a mistake. The hardest part of a marriage is divorce. "Do you think you were wrong about Dad?" Bethany asked. She wouldn't be surprised if he said yes, since she didn't see the chemistry of lovers in them. What she saw in them was more like friendship.

The fact that Pam had decided to lessen her costs by also inviting her best friend, Beth, did not upset Ron in the least. Beth had gotten divorced about the same time as Pam, and at that time they decided to funnel their anger and resentment from their failed marriages into their frequent workouts at the gym. As time passed, their motivation turned from pent up frustration to a genuine enjoyment in becoming physically fit, not to mention the looks of admiration not usually given to 35 year old divorcees. Their workouts had progressed to the point where they had actually entered one of the regional Ms. Fitness contests, in which the winner would compete on ESPN. While neither of them won, Pam

She’ll accept me. Charity is going to be pissed when I ask for a divorce, so I’m afraid of how she is going to react. She’s a fucking snake when she gets pissed off. But she’s treated me like shit the last couple of years. So it’s time for me to take a stand and get rid of her for good. Asking for a divorce is the best option since we don’t live as husband and wife, anyway. We sleep in separate bedrooms and lead separate lives. She spends my money, and that’s the only connection we have. ***

After a few uncomfortable minutes, Amara and Selene took a few shots to take the edge off and after a few more, they were lively and bubbly again. Amara had just finished telling Selene what had been going on for the past month and how she had hit rock bottom in her marriage. "Tell me about it!" Amara sighed in agreement. "You know what? Fuck Brandon and his bitch! Let's have fun and get laid." Selene said standing up to give her best friend another shot. Amara stared at her in horror. "Selene! I'm a married woman please." "That's not marriage babe. Trust me you deserve better!" Selene encouraged as she stretched her hand with the vodka shot in her hand.

Now that the divorce was already done. Fine. She would go back and marry the man she should have married long ago.

"Mason, why are you always so petty? I'm home today to spend Thanksgiving with you and also celebrate our third wedding anniversary." It was amazing that she even remembered that today was our third wedding anniversary. Mason smiled. "Great! I even prepared a gift for you. It's in our room—no, I guess it’s your and Harvey's room now." Mason's voice was cheerful, but Mindy's heart still sank. She desperately rushed back to the room and saw a divorce agreement on the table. It had Mason's name on it. Mason's voice rang coldly. "Mindy, let's get divorced and never see each other again."

She literally scarfs down her food. With a mouthful, she looks up at me. “So how come you’re now with Mr. Grayson? This is a safe space, but if you don’t talk about it, it’s fine.” “ Stefan and I… just got divorced.” “Good riddance,” she says. “That man treated you like shit. I’m sorry to say, but he did not respect you.” For the first time, I muster a genuine smile. “We had our good days.”