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the never thought of consequences of divorce:
who gets the Marilyn Merlot?

 
for a long time my parents have been married, thru out all of the years where it seemed like everyone else's parents where getting the fashionable divorces. everyone else had cool step siblings to beat up, or to raid their closets... yet, everyone else was envious of the television family happiness portrayed in the LASTNAME household.... little did they all know is that the myth slowly wore away at the edges, happiness was replaced by lost identities and communication problems.

oh well....

The Big Question is:
how exactly does one draw the lines down what they get to keep?

so pretend the divorcing couple once had a considerable wine collection, for their own personal edification. and what if the wine collection still contains an unopened bottle a 1989 Marilyn Merlot?

who gets dibs over the bottle?

while both members of the soon-to-be ex-item are jovial over the concept of future inebriation as a result of that beautiful bottle.. who gets to maintain custody over this bottle with a picture of Marilyn Monroe?

can they jointly share the bottle? (is this at all possible?)

should they enlist the son to sell the bottle on ebay, then spilt the proceeds?

could they even trust the son to give them equal portions of the money not used by the son to purchase more video games? (or more specifically to purchase more Samba maraca's? or what if the son doesn't bother selling the bottle just for to increase his own ass wiggling Samba skills?)

should they just giggle about the silliness of the whole separation issue all together? as a simple bottle of Marilyn Merlot barely scratches the surface of the concept of having spent so many years with a person only to be dividing up trivialities.

sometimes it is easier to laugh, and feels better to laugh, than to let out those streams of tears.

they know who gets the kids, the house, and the Miro.
but who gets the Marilyn Merlot?
we might never know.



--kel

3/30/2001


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