Today I was supposed to finalize my divorce.
Everything was already sorted until she came in and things got out of hand again.
She did everything she could to start a fight in the presence of our lawyers, friends and family, and I stayed calm throughout.
At some point she tore the jersey I was wearing, shouting that she would not sign the divorce papers.
Kahrik had everything on camera.
I was pushed to the wall.
After almost 2 hours of creating a scene, I finally agreed to her terms and gave her 1 year to think about whether she really wants the divorce.
This is exactly what she did last year too.
But no problem.
After 1 year, we will be back on the table again.
And this time, it better be different.
Enough is enough, Manchester United.
I just hope tearing the Madrid jersey I wore will be worth it.
Not even deep down,, Absolutely Nobody likes poverty!
Instead of people to admire, pray, work and attract the kind of blessing they want, they'll rather choose to hate and be bitter...
Sometimes I wonder why...