Tuesday, April 01, 2025

Legal Disentanglment

Many years ago, I wrote about the modern marriage being a mere tax exemption, and that couples got into and stayed in a marriage for financial advantages only. That Love and Lust feature very little, and it was mostly about convenience of merging one's household. Little did I know that years later, I would understand the true meaning and weight of a marriage. Especially when one tries to break this legal bond as I have been trying to now for over 18 months.   


I married my son's father back in 2008, after three years of being clean and sober. At the time, I thought I had recovered sufficiently from my addiction and mental health issues, that I had done the work so that I would be ready to be a partner that is present. I didn't want to believe the AA myth of being in early recovery for the first 5 years in the program. My desire to be part of a whole, to belong to my person, at the time was so strong that I chose to carve my path forward willing to learn about myself along the way. 


My S2BX husband came into my life through introduction by a mutual friend. He was kind, attentive, and although not my "type" (whatever that means) I decided to give the relationship a chance. He is a difficult person with others, but at the time he showed me a different side of himself that I chose to believe was his true self, and that the awkward, angry person he portrayed to the rest of the world was just an armour he put on to face the harsh world outside. 


Maya Angelou said: “When someone shows you who they are believe them the first time." I should have believed what I saw, not what he was telling me. Behaviour is a language, which I am learning the hard way, and his behaviour was telling me that I was a prized possession, not a human being.


Back in 2008, we never spoke of Love Bombing, or Gaslighting. These are vocabulary that I picked up more recently, and I'm glad there are words to describe what I experienced. My S2BX moved into my house after only 2 months of dating. That should have been red flag #1.


I still stand by my conviction that most people enter a legal marriage because there is some advantage compared to being alone or in a "couple-ship" without a marriage certificate. I also believe what "O" brought up years ago; about Love and Lust being a catalyst for entering a marriage, with the added benefit of a tax break. 


After only 9 months of dating we decided to file papers with the local ward office (town hall) to get a marriage certificate. There was no proposal, no engagement party, no officiant walking us through vows. Just a piece of paper with signatures on behalf of the "bride" and the "groom". The reason for getting married was somewhat transactional: he needed a spouse visa before his work visa ran out (he was unemployed at the time throughout our relationship). This should have been red flags #2 and #3. 


The first year of marriage, we fought each week, with threats of divorce as we shouted at each other. The second year, I learned to be "happy than to be right", and let a lot of things go and compromised my values. Third year, we were blessed with a son, but things started to go downhill from there. 


By the 10th year of marriage, it was all but what we call "kateinai rikon" which loosely translates as "divorced within the marriage" (divorced, but still married is probably a better description). We ate separately, we took holidays separately, we went to bed separately (although we slept in the same bed), we managed money separately, we did life separately. I took a back seat in my own life so long as I had my needs were met (apart from physical) and neither of us was making life unbearable for each other, much like how the first year went.


I digress.


In Japan, where my S2BX and I live, there are three different ways to get a divorce, regardless of what district one lives in:

1) Kyogi Rikon (Divorce by mutual agreement): this is similar to how we got married. We hand in a piece of paper to our local administrative office saying that we came to a mutual agreement on all matters, and if there are children involved who will have parental rights post divorce, all with a signature each representing the ex-wife and ex-husband. Many countries, including the Netherlands where my S2BX is from, do not recognise this form of divorce as it can be fraudulently filed by one party without the other noticing that the divorce has been filed. 

2) Chotei Rikon (Divorce by Mediation): this is where the courts appoint a mediator to work through with the two parties on conditions of divorce, including alimony, asset division, etc. Parental rights of any children gets sorted out here, with mutual agreement of the divorcing parties. Most divorces that involve children stop here. 

3) Saiban Rikon (Divorce by Court): this is where if the mediation fails, the courts get fully involved determining whether there are grounds for divorce, conditions for divorce, including assets, liabilities, and children. This can take anything from a year up to ten years, depending on how difficult the parties are in providing the required evidence for the courts to rule. Once there is a ruling by the family court, and one of the parties appeal after the first ruling, it gets thrown like a hot potato to the district court, and finally to the supreme court.


I guess what I'm trying to say is that once married, the only way to disentangle yourself legally in a quick way is for both parties to be on the same page, and be big boys and girls to determine what happens post divorce. Unfortunately, being married to a Dutch national has taken away the opportunity for me to do this, and no matter how I come out of this, it will take time to get rid of my S2BX. Adding his difficult personality, we are currently at stage 3. 


My legal entanglement with him is sticking to me like bubble gum on the sole of my shoe on a hot summer's day. It's hard to get off, and it just doesn't completely come off causing my shoe to continue sticking to the floor. Any attempts to remove it results in the gum sticking to whatever tool used to scrape it from the bottom of my shoe. 


And so sticks my S2BSX to our marriage. It's going to be a while before I freeze the shoe and harden the gum enough to fall off. And so will he drop from my life. 



 


It’s Complicated

 It's complicated on many fronts. Many.


First, I am still married to my S2BX (Soon to be ex) and although he says he's done, his actions are nothing but holding on to this dead horse of a marriage for dear life. I'm now having to breakdown the disintegration of this marriage into two pieces: child custody and assets. (more on that later)


Second, I have a teenager who has been an only child all his life. To have a step brother or sister that would take attention of his mother, during a contentious divorce, is not going to be conducive to his emotional health as he navigates the challenges of puberty. 


Third, I am a mother of advanced age. A geriatric pregnancy, so to speak. My first pregnancy was also a geriatric pregnancy, which didn't end well, as my son ended up spending 4 months in the NICU for being born too early. I was told by my obstetrician to make sure I check myself into hospital the next time I get pregnant - if I am planning to - in order to prevent me going into pre-term labour. 


And last, but not least, Nick and I do not live on the same continent, let alone same country, same house. We would need to travel to each other's countries to spend any time together as a family, which needs to also include my teenage son (second complication). If I'm on hospital bed rest, he will need to visit me during my pregnancy, and fly in for the scheduled birth (if I don't go into preterm labour, like before).  I'm not sure how many times he could come over if there are multiple false alarms before the baby is born.


Statistically, being pregnant and delivering a healthy baby in one's fifties is about as rare as a mid-air plane collision. It happens, but not as much. Certainly not as much as how Mayday Air Disasters would have us believe. There's been some celebrities giving birth in their 50s, but it's so rare that it is more than newsworthy. 


But the desire to procreate is a deep, human desire, our raison d'être, that is baked into each of our cells through our DNA. We want to make babies. Lots of babies. And evolution has given us the most pleasurable, and addictive way to do so. That dopamine high during orgasm gets compared to addictive drugs like heroin and meth. Hell, there's even a 12 step recovery program for those that are addicted to the act of procreation. 


For now, Nick and I will continue in our irresponsible manner and pretend we are procreating, knowing that our chances are extremely low under our health and age circumstances. But it doesn't stop me from making many many AI babies using our pictures and dream of a little brood that will never be. 


Another AI Baby



Thursday, March 20, 2025

Baby Fever

I’ve been daydreaming lately using AI tools to simulate what Nick and my babies would look like. 


They are all beautiful. I want his babies… but it’s complicated. 


one of our AI children

Friday, January 03, 2025

Slow Life - Post Covid

 


I was living 80mins drive from central Tokyo in a small town (village?) that has a population of just under 7000. 


This was supposed to be our holiday home, but today this is where I call my sanctuary. I divide my time between my flat in Tokyo and my sanctuary; I also own a house that I do not live in and I apparently have no right to live in while it is my soon to be ex-husband’s residence for now. Until the divorce is final. 

Rather than worry about assets, I have filed for an emergency ruling on legal guardianship of our 13 year old son before litigating for the divorce itself. This is to protect my son from the toxic behaviours of his father. The family courts open usually from Jan 4, but this year it will be from the 6th. 

Until then I’m enjoying the slow-life. Life before my soon to be ex husband goes ballistic over the filing and accuses me of going to war. Life before I receive a barrage of passive aggressive texts and emails at all hours of the day; so excessive to the point I have to block him again. Life before he does something crazy and irreparable in terms of divorce outcomes. 

He’s one of those people who has to be right, to win every argument at any cost. Wants to die on every hill… I feel for his divorce lawyer, but alas, she took him on as a client. 

Today I chose to live quietly and peacefully in my sanctuary. My slow life in my beautiful sanctuary. 

My love, N, is also my spiritual and emotional sanctuary. 





Travel Tips for Long Distance Commuting

This is something I wrote back in September 2024. I have since traveled once more to the US, and plan many more in 2025. Happy New Year. 



I “commute” between East Asia and the East Coast of the United States. 


In true former alcoholic/addict fashion I take on big challenges just because it’s another way to feel alive while deep down believing that fate chose this road less traveled for me. Simply put, I’m addicted to my own drama. 


This is my fourth trip to the east coast of USA from east Asia this year. My final destination is a 14 to 16 hour journey. I even arrive before I left thanks to the international dateline being crossed. 


Before my complicated relationship with my ex boyfriend, who is my current “Affair Partner”, I travelled overseas at about the same frequency. The only difference was that the flights were shorter and almost exclusively to warm, south east pacific islands and beach locations. Never to a colder climate, inland and far from the sea. Love makes us push us out of our comfort zones; love gives me the courage to go places I would never imagine. 


With all the long haul travel that I’ve been doing, I’ve picked up a few travel tips that I would like to share with myself from the past when I first visited my boyfriend for the first time in 19 years:


  1. Seats at the back or the middle row often do not get filled until the flight is full. Choose them to increase the probability of getting an entire row for the flight. 
  2. Portable foot rest that hooks onto the tray in front of you is a better investment than a neck pillow. 
  3. Benadryl, CBD, and melatonin combo. Say no more. 
  4. Download the podcasts and Netflix series before you get on board. 
  5. Bring disposable slippers on board.
  6. Don’t have a heavy carryon when you have to transit in a US city to get to your destination. You’ll be stuck in immigration for at least an hour. 
  7. Make sure you have at least 3 hours transit time. Otherwise be prepared to miss your flight and have to ask the airline to find a seat on the next flight out. 
  8. Bring a large scarf for your domestic flight in the US. They don’t give you blankets. 
  9. Try booking a flight where you transit in Canada so you don’t have to go through immigration until your destination. 
  10. Be happy and grateful that you have the resources today to see your beau as frequently as you do because you have lots of air miles. You didn’t have this 20 years ago.


Commuting long distance is tough, but I’ve weighed up the pros and cons. I’m not sure what I did in my past life, but it seems I still owe the universe enough that I’m paying the price to be with the love of my life to this day. I’ll keep paying up and not rack up more debt to the universe. If I’m not careful, I’ll owe a lot in interest…