The divorce proceedings are finally over. The spoils of marriage equally divided. Now it’s just me they’re fighting over.
Dad wants me with him, telling me I shouldn’t stay with, ‘that hateful bitch’. Mum says I’d be better off with her and there’s no way she’s going to let, ‘that deceitful bastard’ have me.
The court says I’m old enough to make up my own mind.
They’re wearing me out. I’ve had enough. I feel they’ve left me no choice.
I’m leaving a note, asking that my ashes be put in two small boxes – and mailed to each of them.
The divorce proceedings are finally over. The spoils of marriage equally divided. Now it’s just me they’re fighting over.
Dad wants me with him, telling me I shouldn’t stay with, ‘that hateful bitch’. Mum says I’d be better off with her and there’s no way she’s going to let, ‘that deceitful bastard’ have me.
The court says I’m old enough to make up my own mind.
They’re wearing me out. I’ve had enough. I feel they’ve left me no choice.
I’m leaving a note, asking that my ashes be put in two small boxes – and mailed to each of them.