I arrived at 9 a.m.
I went in as a married woman.
At 9:17 a.m. I left.
It was a tough morning but one I had prepared for. I knew it was coming.
In a lot of ways I had known since February 11th. The day I found out.
Shortly thereafter I told my sister that I didn't know what would happen between us but if I didn't try...If I didn't try to save my marriage I would never forgive myself.
I did try.
I did what I could.
In the end it wasn't enough.
As tough as it was to walk into that courtroom at least I knew I had tried.
September 15th wasn't the day the marriage ended. It was over long before.
It was simply the formality.