The other night, a company called Divalysscious Moms threw a party for women who are or are in the process of becoming gay divorcées. Stacey, a 41-year-old mother of two from the Upper East Side, was among the sassy, soon-to-be-single people on hand. She shared her story, and a glimpse at her withered inhuman soul, with the Post.
“When I met my husband, he made $2 million a year. We had five cars, we used to go to Palm Beach, we used to go to London, we used to go to the Hamptons,” she says. “Then one day he woke up and decided he didn’t want to go back to work. Now my father pays the rent, my father pays for health insurance, my father pays for our kids to go to camp — it’s not OK.”
Also implicitly not okay, according to Stacy: reducing one's lifestyle, not to mention one's carbon footprint, paying for shit yourself, working. Snaps to that, sister!
'Divorce is so divine!' [NYP]