So...I just signed my Complaint of Divorce, quietly, alone in my office. I cried, wrote a letter to my attorney making sure that SBXH will not suffer the indignity of service by sheriff, enclosed the documents and...that's it. In about 45 days, my marriage will be legally dissolved.
I have to say that this seems remarkably anticlimactic, so much so that I wonder if I am fooling myself. Is there a big crash coming? Signing the separation papers a few weeks ago hit me much harder than this. Guess time will tell.
As I sit here, writing this, I feel too removed, like I am watching myself in third person...never a good thing with me. I felt real feelings while signing the papers and cried pretty hard, hard enough to freak out the poor paralegal in my office who had the joyful experience of notarizing the documents for me.
Maybe I am just taking it in bursts - like Carlos said - pulling one train car at time. I hope so.
I wish that dates did not get stamped in my head as they seem to...August 24, 1996, May 30, 1998, August 6, 2008, September 22, 2009, October 9, 2009...
