I arrived at 9 a.m.
I went in as a married woman.
At 9:17 a.m. I left.
Divorced.
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.
Closure. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteYes, and September 15th is the day you officially shed the old and begin the new. It's all about YOU from this point forward and I truly hope you find the peace and joy in that.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad that you got through today and that it's finally over. I hope now you can slowly start to heal and put this behind you.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Holly. C-L-O-S-U-R-E... it's a good thing.
ReplyDeleteHugs, love.