My divorce was finalized today. I didn’t even want to go to the court house. I got up and got ready then I just sat there. On one hand, I didn’t legally have to go so why was I about to put myself through this. On the other hand, who knows when I would have the chance to see him again. About five minutes before I was supposed to leave the apartment a friend called and talked me into going. It’s a good thing I went because we hadn’t even signed the final set of papers yet. We signed the petition that we submitted back in November, but we hadn’t signed the decree that would make everything final once the judge signed it.
He was already there when I got there and he hardly talked to me. First we had to meet with a clerk to make sure we had all our forms in order then we had to sit in the court room and wait as the judge went through all the status hearings. That took almost two hours. Then they had everyone who was there to get their divorces finalized stand in a line with our paper work. When it was our turn Dennis handed the judge our file, she looked it over while I watched the seconds go by on the huge digital clock they have on her desk, she signed it and said “you’re good to go” as she handed the papers back to him. Just like that it was all over at 10:04:50 am. Seriously? You couldn’t wait an extra 10 seconds so that it would be over at 10:05 even.
Once he got the file back we headed back to our cars. Then we just stood there. I was crying, but we just stood there. Finally he said, “Well I’ll let you know when I can come get that grill.” I just stared at him, said okay and went and got in my car. I know that he handles awkward things with silence, but I wasn’t in the mood to try to make things easier for him. I shouldn’t have to. This whole situation was hard for both of us.