Tuesday, April 01, 2025

Legal Disentanglment

Many years ago, I wrote that a modern marriage can sometimes resemble a practical arrangement—one shaped as much by structure and convenience as by love or desire. At the time, I didn’t fully understand the weight of what I was saying. It’s only now, going through the process of untangling a legal marriage, that I understand how binding that structure truly is.


I entered marriage at a time when I believed I had done enough work on myself to be ready to show up as a present partner. I was emerging from a period of recovery and rebuilding, and there was a strong desire to belong—to create something stable and whole. Looking back, I can see that while I had made progress, there were still patterns I didn’t yet recognise.


The relationship began with a sense of ease and attentiveness that felt reassuring at the time. There were also moments that, in hindsight, pointed to deeper differences in temperament and how we related to the world. At the time, I chose to focus on the parts that felt good, believing that they represented the foundation we could build on.


Maya Angelou once said, “When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.” It’s a quote that has taken on new meaning for me. I’ve come to understand that behaviour communicates far more clearly than intention, and that what we choose to overlook early on often returns later, amplified.


The pace of the relationship was quick, and decisions were made without much pause for reflection. At the time, it felt like momentum. Now, I see it more as a lack of space to fully understand what we were stepping into.


Over the years, the relationship moved through different phases. There were periods of conflict, followed by periods of adjustment and compromise. I learned to prioritise harmony, sometimes at the expense of my own clarity. Life continued—work, responsibilities, family—and gradually, the relationship became more functional than connected.


At some point, we began living parallel lives within the same structure. Shared logistics remained, but much of the emotional connection had faded. In Japan, there is a term sometimes used to describe this state—Kateinai Rikon - where a couple remains legally married, but functionally separate. That description resonated with me.


I digress.


Living in Japan, I’ve also come to understand the structure of divorce here more clearly. Broadly speaking, there are three main pathways:


1) Divorce by mutual agreement, where both parties come to terms independently and file jointly.  

2) Divorce through mediation, where a third party helps facilitate agreement.  

3) Divorce through the courts, where decisions are made when agreement cannot be reached.


Each path reflects not just a legal process, but the degree of alignment—or lack of it—between two people trying to separate.


What I’ve come to realise is that the ease of entering a legal bond is not matched by the ease of leaving it. The process of disentanglement requires not just paperwork, but alignment, cooperation, and time.


When that alignment isn’t present, the process becomes slower and more complex. It requires patience, resilience, and a willingness to move forward even when resolution is not immediate.


If marriage is the act of weaving two lives together, then divorce is the careful—and sometimes prolonged—process of separating those threads.


And like anything tightly woven, it doesn’t come apart all at once.


It loosens gradually, over time.


And eventually, it does release.

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'ĂȘtre, 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. 


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