So, I am no longer married. I am a divorcee at 26. It stings, until my brother brings along the cookies form Anoosh, then boy is it all alright.
How we ended up was not expected, in my part anyway, I truly thought this was “it” despite our contradicting EVERYTHING. Alas, it isn’t. I do hope he prospers better without me, as I will without him insha’Allah.
Now, the fun part. I’ve been using the “divorced” card just about everywhere to get what I want. It’s fun, that includes free coffee and privileged information. I’m sure it’ll run its course soon enough.
My parents are spoiling me rotten, I love them for that. Oh, yes and I did get my masters and submitted a paper for publishing (ya rb it gets accepted). So, don’t dare feel sorry unless you’re yearning for a verbal wedgie.
I’ve postponed my iPhD until September next year (Plan B), but I am currently applying for a PhD starting early 2012, I already hold an acceptance for the best up North for an iPhD but hoping for a PhD instead (am I making sense?)
The only thing that’s upsetting me right now is being so far away from my cats. They are currently at a boarding cattery in the UK due to stupid regulations that’ll force me to place them in quarantine for 6 months when I get back to the UK. I call the cattery every 3 days to check up on them, Jackie, the owner, is tremendously nice and I love her for taking care of them due to my circumstance.
I will be blogging more frequently *crickets chirping*