An Affidavit saying there is "incompatability of temperament", that we "cannot live together as husband and wife", we are not "mentally compatible", and that it is "in our benefit and in out best interest" that divorce be granted.
And last but not least: The Final Decree of Divorce.
So it is done. Lawyer walked it across the street to the courthouse. Good news: the affidavit means I don't have to appear in court.
Only thing missing was the blindfold, the cigarette, and the drumroll.
Or at least they could have thrown in a lap dancer!
I found an old calendar. On January 21, 2006 my wife told me she wanted to break up. But she held me tight that night and the next day told me that "don't worry, we will work this out".
We ML twice in February but about mid month (no valentine) she told me she was sure. I moved out in May, she asked for a divorce in June, we filed in September 2006.
Two years almost to the day. One month short of 13 years married.
I called W to tell her I signed (she already signed). Her response: "wonderful" and then she paused like she wanted me to agree.
I opened a bottle of 9-year old small batch bourbon whiskey tonight. I am fixing ME a special meal.
And it is SNOWING here!!!! Cold as a witches tit.
Time to reflect.
No regrets. In some ways these two years were wasted - a trial...
But the trial brought so many gifts. So many opportunities. So much insight. So much growth.
