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Divorce in the Age of Social Media

Gone Rolling

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 (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

Chapter 37: DeeAnn Goes Rogue and I Go Rolling

With my certificate in and a general sense of agitation regarding the time issue, I did something I normally would not do: I called my attorney’s assistant. “Did you get the certificate?” I asked, like the kindergartener who wants to see his mommy hang up his finger painting on the refrigerator. (more…)

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  • They’ll Come To Watch You Burn

    • Friday Oct 11,2013 04:09 PM
    • By Cusper Lynn
    • In Off Topic

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    They’ll Come To Watch You Burn

    By

    Cusper Lynn

    Blake Morgan was not happy to hear from me. It was late, he had a life and he didn’t need a damned wild goose chase. So, I decided to drop the proverbial bomb. (more…)

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  • Family Feud – Part 2 Grand Matriach continues

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    Chapter 35:  The Epic Story of Harry and Jillian McDade

    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    Walking along with my cigars, a clipper, lighter and Gertrude in tow, I made my way to settle down in what I have now designated as my smoking room. I took care to wave at the neighbors across the way – again using all five fingers, and noted that Mr. Hershaw’s lawn had not been clipped. I also saw a brown patch forming in his side yard.

    Ignoring this, I settled in to smoke, spit and ask questions of my mother. I will relay to you here the fairly unexpurgated version of the story of my great-grand-parents, as several matters of family history and various apocryphal accounts (which were kinder than the reality) needed to be addressed. (more…)

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  • Grand Matriarchs – Family Feud Part 1

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    Chapter 34:  Lynns, MacDhubhshiths, McDades & Crisis

    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    There are few things like a new crisis to distract you from your present crisis. So the Facebook dust up (that now included casual acquaintances who gathered to monitor the live Internet theater production and a Ph.D. candidate who was doing her thesis on the corrosive nature of social network media) was in some ways a welcome break from the tedium of the larger life crisis that was looming. It is also a time when you can reflect upon the sources from which you draw your inspiration and strength during life’s tribulations: family.

    To understand the Lynns and the MacDhubhshiths, you must understand that family is, if properly constructed, largely matrilineal; the most relevant family traits are in the female line. As our family (that is, my parents generation and earlier) is a matriarchy, the men tend to gravitate towards women who are strong willed, independent and intelligent. This generally works. The MacDhubhshith and Lynn families are known for their humor, work ethic and burying their own. Both families, being matrilineal in nature, also practice a peculiar religion that I will discuss later, as it is an issue unto itself. (more…)

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  • A Plan, An Intervention, Nashville, Failure

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    Chapter 4:   A Plan, an Intervention, Nashville, Failure

     

    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    To chart Facebook’s role in DeeAnn’s planning is difficult, as the process of divorce is one of discovery. That there was a plan is clear, that I was not participating in it as expected is equally clear.

    In March, the day before we were to travel to Nashville, Tennessee, on what was to be my first vacation in two years, DeeAnn had an “Episode.” I mark it as an “Episode” in distinction from the numerous fits, rages and generally bad moods which had become part of daily life. What marked this one out as distinct was that she had called me at the clinic to scream about her psychiatrist’s receptionist, the misplacement of a credit card, and the poor quality of coffee on offer at fast food restaurants in the state of Florida. Her disgust with the state she punctuated by throwing the phone across the van (information that would be later related to me by our middle daughter, Heather). (more…)

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  • Evolution Revisited – Mrs. Audrey Towbridge Writes Again

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    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    Chapter 17:  Evolution Revisited – Mrs. Audrey Towbridge

    Writes Again

    This morning a rabid possum was standing at my front door, circling listlessly and seemed to be breathing its last. Given my experience with Mr. Bunns, the Ubber rabbits and the death of Frank Towbridge, it might seem to you that I would on this occasion, let nature run its course. Under most circumstances that would be true. But you have not read my most recent mail. Mrs. Audrey Towbridge, unrestrained by a small dog to watch crap or a husband to kill, has given full vent to her spleen in a series of letters, memorandums and notices that have covered the entirety of our neighborhood. (more…)

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  • Giving Thanks for the Tribal Gathering

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    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    Chapter 59:  Giving Thanks for the Tribal Gathering

    If you think that the Thanksgiving gathering was a somber affair, of reflecting upon the horrors of the decimation of my domestic life with wringing hands and the worried faces of extended relatives, you would be wrong.  It was, as are all our tribal gatherings, a raucous reconnection of the extended family, with humor, food, stories, and games.  I was not in the center of this, but that was part of the evolution of family gatherings. You are in the center of them only when you are a kid.  When you are a teenager, you hang petulantly on the fringe, with a surly contempt – until a cousin who is equally surly and contemptuous cracks a joke and soon you are in the mix of things.  (more…)

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  • The Facebook War

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    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    Chapter 32:  Omar O’Malley and the Facebook War

    “Dad, Kaylee’s on the phone and needs to talk to you,” Bryce greeted me at the door as I returned from interring the remains of Daisy.

    Taking Bryce’s cell phone, I saw him stalk off into the next room, visibly upset. This let me know that I was about to begin a “parent” phone call.

    “That BITCH!” Kaylee sobbed. (more…)

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  • Opera Atheist

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    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    Chapter 30:  Know Thy Enemy and Opera Atheist

    The weather was perfect – byFloridastandards: gray, cold, breezy and intermittently spitting rain. I sat in the sunroom happily puffing a Maduro Churchill and bobbing my head like an idiot to what I was listening to. The previous day had been perfect, and my good mood had carried forward to this beautiful Sunday morning. That matters were going so well and the weather was so perfect should have been fair warning to me that unreasonable circumstances were bound to be on the horizon. What with Audrey Towbridge doting on her pups (the opossum litter) and my yard having made precious little improvement with chemical spraying and the systematic ignoring of water ordinances to engage in the same unlawful lawn watering as was the norm for my neighbors, it should have been clear to me that a power vacuum existed and that someone was bound to step up and fill it. (more…)

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  • SLEEP

     

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    (Excerpt From Facebook Ate My Marriage.  Republished with permission from Hell Bent Press and the Author)

    Chapter 24:  Regrets and Nightmares

    It was the night after that meal with Petrelas and Larissa that I experienced a most vivid dream. Dreaming, true dreaming, in which the irrational interplay of the mind and the world weave fantastic tapestries from which we do not wish to arise, had not occurred for me in many years. But following the departure of DeeAnn, or the arrival of the Evil Eyes, I found I was once again dreaming.  On this night, whether due to the wine or Larissa’s comments or perhaps my own thoughts on the benevolent lie, I found myself removed for a time from all of my current travails. It was a moment in which I was back in a time before Julie, but not long after Kiefer (as one tends to mark life’s epochs by one’s children). It was when DeeAnn and I took our first vacation as a couple in 16 years. The scene, in my dream, was something of a blur that resolved itself around a single person. The person, whose naked shoulders I was rubbing, was DeeAnn, and the place was aboard a cruise ship bound forAlaska. At that moment I could not remember the gun, the bullets, the divorce, or Facebook. I was instead sublimely happy rubbing her shoulders and looking out our cabin balcony window, for the curtains were drawn and I considered the passing landscape as I rubbed her shoulders in the manner she preferred. (more…)

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