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Our divorce was a collection of digestive would give away. I felt like we should’ve is nag, nag, nag, he’d say. I’d flip my hair things, start rumours, invite friends over Divorce for Dummies Our divorce was a collection of digestive biscuit meetings, the formalities of splitting our elaborate throw cushion collection, who would have the kids – a pair of ugly goat mugs neither of us wanted but neither of us would give away. I felt like we should’ve been arguing over his […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[137,7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17906","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-2018-poetry-picks","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17906","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17906"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17906\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18250,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17906\/revisions\/18250"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17906"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17906"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17906"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nDivorce for Dummies<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nbiscuit meetings, the formalities of splitting
\nour elaborate throw cushion collection, who
\nwould have the kids – a pair of ugly goat
\nmugs neither of us wanted but neither of us<\/p>\n
\nbeen arguing over his Range Rover, yelling
\nacross the drive about custody of some
\nannoying purse dog, spilling all our dirty
\nsecrets onto the counsellor\u2019s desk. All you do<\/p>\n
\nand glare at him from behind obnoxious
\nblack sunglasses, then launch into a rant
\nabout how much I hated the hair he leaves
\nin the shower drain. I wanted to break<\/p>\n
\nto throw darts at pictures of him and refuse
\ncalls from my retired in-laws. Instead
\nI felt like you do when you go shopping
\nbut don\u2019t find anything on your list.<\/p>\n
\nEloise Unerman<\/strong> is a writer based in South Yorkshire who writes poetry and short stories, and attends Rotherham Young Writers. She was awarded the Cuckoo Young Writers Award 2017 and was Young Poet in Residence at Ledbury Poetry Festival 2018.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"