When I turned 40, getting divorced was nowhere on my radar.
Neither was getting pregnant with a cursed bear shifter's baby. Have a divorce party, they said. It'll be fun, they said.
It was, until I ended up in handcuffs.
A group of Karens rained on my parade at the winery
And in my drunken haze, I mooned every last one of them-
Along with the responding officer called in to arrest my ass.
Not a good look for a teacher...