Workplace divorce

"I have spent almost nine years of my life divorcing people, and I believe nothing can surprise me anymore. My job is monotonous because the cases are practically identical: fathers who don't pay alimony, mothers who don't let the fathers see their children, and endless fights over dividing assets.

In a separation, even people who seem mature become spoiled babies. No one has the courage to admit their mistakes; they fill you with endless excuses and explanations. Everyone is a victim trying to gain something from others' misfortune. I never met a single person who said, 'Yes, I messed up. I did everything wrong, and I deserve an anvil to fall on my head.' Everyone wants my advice and compassion, and I charge them for it! Every damn notarized letter is a month's rent! Every court summons is my two-week lunch!

But I can't take it anymore. I'm sick of being the garbage dump for other people's problems! Let them kill each other, let the in-laws go to hell, let the children be torn apart, and let the properties burn in hell!"

"Ricardo, go to sleep; you have to go to the Prosecutor's Office early tomorrow," a female voice commanded, sending the rest of the drunks out of the house. For some reason, the cold, the criminals, and the insecurity of the street were insignificant that night.