Welcome to Trashy Divorces, everybody's favorite good podcast about bad relationships. My name is Alicia.

My name is Stacey, and thank you for joining us for this ride of marital misadventure as we are coming to you from our very bleak house today.

I see what you did there, Stacey. Y'all, we really are down and out with some kind of winter crud in our house is quite bleak.

But hey, as we fall upon our fainting couches over here, it was a great time to bring out the

trashy, non-divorce, but terrible relationship of the biggest Victorian trash bag who ever lived,

who ever lived from season five. You know him. you've read his works in some kind of assigned reading

in your lifetime, but in his very own personal life, what a trash bag.

Seriously.

What better way to celebrate putting the dick in Dickens than on the occasion of his

birthday this week, February 7th, let us proceed to pounce and

go, go, go.

So, Stacey, it turns out trash bag men have existed in every era. The myth of the great man is nothing new.

Yes, yes, they have. And no, no, it's not. My story is called Charles Dickens was a deeply cruel cheating dirtbag with an amazing PR machine.

That's a hell of title.

And thus ends my story.

We'll see you next week for another episode of Trashy Divorces.

I've said what I came here to say.

Tell me, I need more of this.

Wow.

All right.

Let's get into it.

In the pantheon of English language writers, Charles Dickens holds a special place.

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