LaRhonda gets a divorce

“Hey there, neighbor,” LaRhonda said as she walked into my front yard, dressed in her usual shorts and bikini top.

“Oh! Hi,” I replied, rising from where I had been plucking weeds from the mulch. “How are you?”

“Well, I just found out my divorce is final,” she replied.

“Oh!” I said, surprised. LaRhonda was married?

“Yep, finally final.”

“Wow,” I stuttered. “Well, I’m – I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not,” LaRhonda said. “Been trying to divorce that mother f*cker for five years!” She laughed.

“What?” I asked. “What do you mean?”

“Been trying to divorce him for five years, but I couldn’t find him!” she clarified. “And you know I got family that’s po-lice officers, so we’ve been searching.”


“Turns out, that idiot got himself locked up in prison!”


“So I finally got him to sign those papers from behind bars,” she laughed, adjusting her bikini top. “Anyway, now I got to get back on my dating websites and find me a boyfriend!”

Oh boy.

3 thoughts on “LaRhonda gets a divorce

  1. I just love your stories makes my day!!! I just have this picture in my head of her. Better lock your husband up so she does not try to move in on him😜

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