For those of you who have not gotten married yet, or are not divorced, there is a mandatory class out there, that if you have children, you must take before your divorce can become final.
I do not want this to become a political blog so I will be brief on this subject, but it figures the state found a way to squeeze more money out of people. Nothing like dangling that certificate in the face of someone who can’t wait to get rid of the jackass they made the mistake of committing to legally. I didn’t need to take a parenting class when I got pregnant, but now on top of all of my lawyer fees and court fees, I need to pay $160 and spend 5 hours of my life I will not get back, listening to someone lecture me on how divorce will affect my children. Yes, you genius, they are going through hell right now.
So, I sign up for my class and think, okay, might as well make the best of it. The five hours is broken up into two nights, which stinks but what can you do. I stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way, grab a coffee, and have a couple of snacks in my bag.
So, I sign up for my class and think, okay, might as well make the best of it. The five hours is broken up into two nights, which stinks but what can you do. I stop at Dunkin Donuts on the way, grab a coffee, and have a couple of snacks in my bag.
There was one positive to the class structure, or so I thought. But it is here that the biggest problem lies. You are forbidden to attend the same session as your future ex. Pretty good, huh? They still have a police officer stationed at the back of the room during the classes but I was fairly certain there wouldn’t be a blood bath. By the way, I don’t know what the police officer gets for a detail, but really dude, that couldn’t have been worth it!
Back to the problem with the class. A pick-up joint? I didn’t see it till I walked in. Picture this. I am walking into the top level of a giant, staged lecture hall. The registration desk is all the way down at the front of the room. I just want to come in, be invisible, drink my coffee and get through this. Now, I open the big metal door, making a loud noise, and every male in the room turns around. Really????? Okay, I admit, I don’t know why each of their marriages is breaking up, but I am still raw from mine, and for now you are all assholes!!! Turn the fuck around!
To make matters worse, I think the woman working the registration desk is pretty much deaf because now that I have had to yell my name to her and everyone else in the room knows it, she still doesn’t hear me. Yeah lady, just give me the damn book and I will find my own name. I go and find my seat and have a couple of minutes and just sit there, people watching. I watch these men continuously turn around when women walk through the door, and then by break, I kid you not, they are approaching some of them! OMG! I go back to the comments I made in a previous blog about cougars and divorcees and the weirdos that prey on them. Ewwww. Come on.
The class itself is mind-numbingly boring with some great videos from the 70’s and early 80’s and really not worth mentioning. Actually, I really did tune them out after about 15 minutes so don’t know that I could tell you much. I do have to say the second and final evening, the shrinks running the class spent about the last hour talking about all the reasons you may want to come see them and be put on medication. Of course, how can YOU make more money out of my situation?
