It really causes myriad feelings, often conflicting. I am sorry you are going through this. Lean on your people as much as you need to. It will be rough, emotionally, even if you are both good and reasonable people. I am wishing you the best and smoothest of transitions possible.

I just stopped caring about what Minaj had to say about more or less anything once she decided to stand by her brother the alleged (read: as-yet-unconvicted) child rapist.

Lol what? She lost her career?? That analysis isn’t based on any sort of fact just feeling, just like Nikki’s double standard above (plenty praised her for her anaconda, plenty criticized Kardashian).

So this whole thing is about Sharon Osbourne? Lol. I’ve seen countless comments condemning KK for the photo shoots she does, that’s why the internet goes so crazy. This is a REACH

My divorce was neutral. I’d already mourned my relationship while I was in it so that by the time it was over, I was just completely numb and had replaced all my love for my ex with resentment.

Yes, I don’t know where all this “praise” is coming from, and I don’t think anyone calls Sharon Osborne the gatekeeper of class....

Yet everywhere I look, I see Kim Kardashian getting called a called a whore and a bad mom for posting those nudes...

She was staying at Trump Tower!? If the only two hotel rooms left were at a Trump property or at The Cortez, I’d take my chances with the vampires and serial killers.

So Kim Kardashian is “white” now? Uh-uh.

My ex and I didn’t have kids, which is maybe the one savings grace in all of it. He even moved across the country. And yet, a photo from a mutual friend will sometimes pop up, or I will unpack a box and find something there that gives me a flashback. Sometimes it’s a loving memory, sometimes it’s a crappy one. But…

Jesus Christ, I didn’t even read the article, I read the first sentence and then came here to say exactly this. I feel like my divorce ruined love for me. I’ll never be the same in that I’ll never be completely carefree and trusting in a romantic relationship again.

I have no idea how “bad” your divorce was, but, yeah, devastating is the right word. My divorce was completely amicable, but it doesn’t matter how good of friends you remain afterward - watching your life fall apart and everything you thought your future would hold turn to dust is the worst thing ever.

One of the things that sometimes bugs me about the writers across all the formerly-known-as GM sites is when some of them show how incredibly sheltered and naive they are. That “darkly enjoyable” bit is the epitome of that naivete.

Right? I didn’t hate my ex. It was painful and sad and I was angry at him at times, as I sure he was at me. But to look at this person you used to just love unreservedly and see it all falling apart is nothing less than fucking brutal.

My thoughts exactly as I read the “darkly enjoyable” line. There is nothing remotely fun about divorce. It was the second most stressful, painful period in my entire life. The first most stressful, painful period was when my husband was busy blowing up our marriage. If I hadn’t had a very, very good therapist, I…

I think people that haven’t been divorced or maybe even married seem to think it’s fun to legally go after someone you hate. They ignore the fact that divorce is horrible because oftentimes the hate is so mixed up with the love that all the “fun” of being bitchy is removed. It’s just flat awful.

Yeah, there was nothing enjoyable about my divorce at all. It was better being away from my ex than with him, but that didn’t mean it was good, it was fucking awful and still kind of is.

I hope you never go through a divorce. Maybe I did my divorce “wrong” but there was nothing enjoyable about it. Not even “darkly enjoyable.” Devastating and tedious? Sure.

I can tell you divorce is not “darkly enjoyable.” The past 3 years of teetering between let’s do it and we can work it out have been torturous in my experience.

Oh my god, they made a series out of my 2-year separation in which me and my now-ex-thank-gods engaged in an epic tail chase, during which we saw each other. every. single. day, slept in the same house (while paying for two), but not together, drank ourselves to blackouts, changed our phone numbers, changed them…