i have one ex. although I'm not legally divorced from her as i don't have any money, she is very much gone
from my life, and for that i am grateful. She was one of the major driving factors in pushing me back into the
closet, and repressing my identity as a girl even from myself for almost a decade.
I don't know how much of it was her being an ignorant transphobe, however, and how much of it was her pushing
to make sure her naive hopeless romantic green card bait would still be able to legally marry her. I suppose it
doesn't really matter. just that she was no good for me, and now she's no longer in the country and doesn't even
seem to have any real presence online anymore.
But after a year of her making me miserable while playing the martyr, a mutual friend we had been having
semi-serious discussions about having a polyamourous arrangement with desperately needed a place to stay, so we
made that arrangement a reality(her, probably just to have another minion around, although my emotions were and are
quite sincere - the friend only put up with her in order to be with me, it turned out) that crumbled over the course
of the next year and a half - because the friend showed me what an unhealthy relationship I had been in by providing
me with a much, MUCH healthier one.
So, we left her, and after some misadventures my parents let us move in with them; i had also just lost my job,
and it turned out that my parents secretly hated my wife but never told me... and were delighted to learn that the friend had been impregnated by me. with a granddaughter for them.
if only i had learned later that they were secretly hoping i would ditch my wife and run off with the friend
(who is my current boyfriend - but that another story partially related in my introduction.)
yeah, i have a lot of bitterness over my ex. australian accents still make me angry, even though intellectually i know that's unfair.