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Pen Your Pride

"I refuse to be in the middle of this foolishness and immaturity that is going on between the two of you. You agree to testify, then you change your mind at the last minute, you have outbursts in and out of the courtroom, and now you are saying that you want to cancel the trial all together? I am granting a mistrial, but before I do I am ordering that the both of you to go to counseling. When the counselor tells me that both of you are mentally and emotionally stable then I will order the divorce. Mr. Jackson will also have to take an additional anger management class. Your attorneys will divvy everything up among themselves without the two of you present and then we will go from there. I dont know what kind of games you two are playing, but I am not in the mood. Court adjourned." The judge says to us, slamming her gavel down.

We walk out of the court room slowly.

"So what now?" I ask Roberta.

"You heard the judge. Counseling. Not marriage counseling. Individual." She says, walking me to Kenny's car. "You know I can always invoke that restraining order. If you feel unsafe. I know how you are around him." She says, looking concerned.

I shake my head. "Im not afraid of him anymore. I want to be as far away from him as possible, but I dont need a restraining order. I can take care of myself." I say, getting into Kenny's car.

"We are reporting now that the case Jackson v. Jackson has been thrown out due to a mistrial. Lack of evidence, cooperation and bad court behavior has led the judge to send both parties to counseling. The judge says that after counseling is over that she will grant the divorce. Seems like a lot of hoops to jump through to just get a divorce. Makes you think they should just stay married. For everyone who thought this surprise marriage was a fluke, it has been confirmed today. So the strange life of Michael Jackson continues, as it seems he cannot even keep a woman by his side. I guess now they will start the gay rumors again." The reporter says, laughing.

I turn off the t.v. and lay back on the couch. "We are a circus. We are entertainment for the world. Cheap entertainment." I say, putting my hand over my forehead.

"All you have to do is go to a couple of sessions with a counselor and then you are done with him." Kenny says, bringing me green tea.

"Both of us have to finish the sessions. I have a feeling his wont be as quick and simple as mine. He's got a lot of demons he is battling." I say, sipping my hot tea.

"I dont blame the judge. This was a high profile case, you both were being indecisive and she didnt feel like the trials were going anywhere. This is the best option. Let the lawyers hash everything out." Kenny says, sitting next to me on the couch.

"I guess you're right. I just really cant wait for this all to be over. If I would have known that all of this would have come out of me agreeing to marry him, I would have never even gave him the time of day." I say, shaking my head.

"That's not true. You would have given him the time of day because he is hot and because he is famous, but maybe you would have reconsidered getting married." Kenny says, changing the channels.

"Did you just call him 'hot'?" I ask, laughing.

"What? We all know he is hot and smooth. Im gonna be honest, I am perfectly comfortable enough in my own sexuality to realize that Michael Jackson is hot. However, he is a fuckin idiot." He says, still flipping through the channels.

"Hey if you're gay for Michael or something that's fine. Now I know why you wanted me to leave him. You wanted him all to yourself." I say, nudging him.

He laughs and tickles me. "You just took it to a whole nother unnecessary level. Just forget I said anything." He says, shaking his head.

I laugh and lay my head on his shoulder. "Ken, I can finally get in touch with my grandparents." I sigh in relief. "I cant believe I allowed him to manipulate me into getting away from my loved ones. Just because he doesnt spend any time with his family doesnt mean that I have to be a recluse like him." I say, drinking my tea.

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