I divorced some cucumbers

Hello. I divorced some cucumbers.
Yes, don’t make that face.
Have I already gone crazy?
No, I prefer to think not.
But that’s what I understood from a colleague of my mother who is currently taking a cooking course.
And how do you divorce those cucumbers?
I hope to read the shit I write now in the future, and feel ashamed of myself.
In fact, I already feel but in a certain way I like me, I know that my stupidity will end up making me laugh one day, when I will be 80 years old if I reach that age, and I divorce my own cucumbers.
Don’t destroy love, you pesky tomatoes!