Jaa’s Biker Divorce: Fighting for Her V-Rod

by Melissa
(Vancouver, BC)

Jaa is getting a divorce after years of utter misery. He is not a bad guy, even she will admit that, just not the right guy for her. We all know how that is; we can either put up with a man who is not right for us, or we can get the hell out and down the road. She thought she was doing right by her kids by staying, but sometimes it takes a comment by your children to make you realize how very wrong you might be. The comment that got her going was simple: Her daughter said that she hoped she would like her husband better than her mother did. All of this time Jaa had thought that she had been hiding things so well.

So, like other divorces, even those that are inevitable, there were the gasps of shock, from people who should have certainly known better. He acted like he was blindsided when even he had to have known this was coming. After all, if you and your wife are keeping completely opposite sleep schedules simply because that is how she prefers it, there is a problem, right? He acted like he was devastated about it, but only in certain crowds. Jaa on the other hand never seemed more alive.

They agreed that they would split custody of the children and that they would work out a plan for holidays. They agreed that there would be no need for child support or spousal support. They agreed that they would split the money in the banking account, what precious little there was of it. And then all hell broke loose. Up to this point, they had both been pretty decent people, no need for lawyers and other professionals.

So after their perfectly pleasant negotiations for the kids and the cash, they started discussing transportation. He thought that they should trade the van back and forth, whoever had the children that week would have the van. For the opposite week, he suggested that they trade her V-rod back and forth. (Gasp, gasp!) He honestly said those words to her and thought they were perfectly okay. He did not think that it was such a big deal. After all, it was “only” a motorcycle. I am shocked that she did not hit him.

When their marriage started heading south, it was that motorcycle that pulled her out of a funk. It was that motorcycle that kept her from losing herself completely. And, it was that motorcycle that she had worked so hard to get for her and her alone with zero help or encouragement from that man. She bought it, she cared for it—hell, she loved that bike, it was hers, and that was that.