After my divorce, I bought this book called “Janda-Janda Kosmopolitan” (Cosmopolitan Divorcees). When you’re really a divorcee, it’s hard to even buy books like that. I must bought 5 books or so just to hide the fact that I’m buying that book. It’s silly.
Now after a year, I finally read it. Maybe because I’m finally mentally ready to know what’s happened to divorcees (because I already experience it). It’s a novel about young women who has divorced their husbands, mostly because shit happens in the relationship. All of the women in the story are the victim of husbands’ being not adult enough to live the marriage.
After reading, I feel like the character & society described in the story felt that it’s such a shame to be a divorced woman. That it’d be hard for her to find another man/new husband. That even if the man’s ok with that, their family won’t. It’s a story, but I know this is also the reality.
One of the characters in the novel even has to hide her status and her daughter from her new boyfriend, only to get dumped later after she reveal herself.
That is strange to me.
If a man is not open minded enough to understand that everybody has a past, then he’s not for me. I always tell men that show their interest in me (and I’m interested in them), that I’m a divorcee, right in our first or second conversation. So it’s clear who they’re trying to be in touch with. And til now, never, not once, a guy just left because of that fact.
Even if they are objects with that fact, of course, it’s personal choice. I don’t mind nor care. People like that, just not for me. We practically don’t want each other. So we’re pretty fair to each other since the very beginning.
