18 Queer Divorce Horror Stories
“We moved across the country for her job while I was pregnant. Turns out she was really having an affair.”
“We moved across the country for her job while I was pregnant. Turns out she was really having an affair.”
That was pre-Covid, pre-remote work. pre-‘postponed’ wedding.
Sure, a divorce is a rupture, but it’s also a rebirth, and I think that’s worth celebrating! We celebrate so many other life transitions: new jobs, graduations, houses… why not a divorce?
A four-person friend group did what anyone who’s seen The Craft might. We got together to cast a spell to banish that man.
Divorce Week is a celebration of taking a life-changing step, of coming out the other side of devastating trauma and being all the better for it.
Does anybody have experience feeling angry with a person after the break up and the anger kind of growing?
“Applying to jobs in Antarctica. Not joking.”
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is to lean into your gut feeling.
I’m, famously, not a stranger to mixing ghosts and all things horror in with the holidays.
I wondered if my friends were afraid that the honesty it takes to face that a relationship needs to end might be contagious. If they stood too close to me, they might realize they wanted to take a closer look in that mirror too.
Focusing your energy on moving on and healing rather than trying to reconnect is the best path forward — and not just for you, but for her, too.
My ex and I worked out a separation agreement over the course of those months and signed it in August.
I think we all need to shift away from the idea that the sole definition of a successful relationship is one that lasts forever.
But face-blindess is a bitch.
For the first few days of the breakup, I was in shock. I hadn’t expected it, had watched myself from outside myself. Still, it was done.
Exes don’t HAVE to be friends but also don’t HAVE to be enemies.
A breakup is a huge loss, and sometimes that doesn’t even just mean losing a person but other parts of your life, too.
I am one month post-breakup. My first queer breakup. Floating in the abyss of mutual no contact.
Not everyone was surprised when I came out as a lesbian, but a few people were. Most notably: my boyfriend at the time.
Step One: You must unfollow her on Spotify to ensure that you cannot see what she’s listening to anymore.