FIGAs

Victor

Albin, The Englishman, the love of my life, Zofia, matters no more, to me, Only Albin, and little Alesky matter. We looked each other in the eye, hand in hand for a minute before Albin said "right, head down to the divorce lawyers, i'll head back to where I'm staying" I nodded, and turned to walk down the Cobbled streets of Warsaw. As I strolled down the street towards the office of the divorce lawyers, my heart raced with a mix of emotions. Thoughts of Albin, my partner who had become my rock, my love, and now my husband, filled my mind. The realization that I am gay had been a deeply buried secret, concealed behind a facade for so long. However, with Albin by my side, I finally felt the courage to come out of hiding, embracing my true self with pride and confidence. I will embrace my identity no matter what, punch me or kill me, spit at me or insult me, i don't care, because we'll love each other beyond the grave and forever and more!

These thoughts exited my head just as i was about to bang straight into the Door of the divorce lawyers, he said "Good morning" A well groomed man he was, black blazer, white polo shirt, navy tie and hair with, i must say, quite a bit of gel in it, he checked his watch before flicking his head back up at me, i sat down and went to a quiet whisper and said "I am a homosexual sir, would you be...willing to represent me in my divorce?" he opens a wooden draw at his desk, what could happen now? he begins "How come...your wife does not know, have you no shame, sir?" and he slowly reaches into the wooden drawer and pulls out a...Revolver, grips the wooden grip tightly and says in a chilling voice "Get lost, before i go around saying you rape little boys, Faggot"

I got up slowly, and dashed out the door, my head free of a bullet, luckily, and i see the next Divorce lawyer is a 40 minute drive away, Ugh, better head back home and take care of this tomorrow, i think, No, No, No, i think again, just get a damn taxi, so i do, spending god knows how much on this taxi to another divorce lawyer, who, if he doesn't point a gun at me, might as well just shoot me at this point, or get me sent to court and hung over some nonsense "Raping little boys" Bullshit, honestly, i swear. 

So, i open the door, another man, this time, more casual, blue polo shirt, and, average hair, hm, seems more liberal i think to myself, more accepting. I sit down and go down to my whisper again "I am a homosexual, would you be willing to help me get a divorce?" and he says "Oh, of course, I'm not into the Old times ideologies, i'm not bothered about who you're with, i'm just trying to get by" Awesome, Epic, Magnificent.

I nearly forgot...I will have to tell my wife this, or will I? I'm unsure. "how will my wife hear of this?" he then answers my question with "We will send her a text, what is her number?" I provide it to him, and he sends the message that i am filing for divorce, he then tells me "I'll need 10,000 zloty in fees by the end of next week, because, i have a family aswell" i nod and head out "Shall i come back tomorrow to complete the payment?" He says yes, and i feel like everything is just going super super smooth right now. 

But now i have to tell Zofia, that's what i fear, please don't get me hung, please show mercy on me for all the kindness i've given to you.