She started it. She wanted out and she did the forms and she got a judge to say yes.
And then she waited six weeks for a man to do one thing, and he did not do it, and she waited another six, and then it was Christmas, and then it was 2020.
By the time she started writing those emails in the September of 2023 it had been four years.
And I have asked myself the obvious question, which is why she did not simply apply herself — because she could have, at any point, as the petitioner, for about fifty pounds.
And in the café in the December I asked her.
And she said: “Because every time I got the form out he’d ring me about something. The boiler. His mother. Something at work.
Four years of a man who could not be divorced and could not be left alone, and a woman who kept picking up.
