Today I went to court. First hearing for my divorce proceedings. I hadn’t seen my ex in months. I sensed his presence in the hallway and I ignored him. I didn’t once look at him. I kept writing my story on my phone and I waited for a decision to be made. What would await me after this? How long until I’d finally be free?
It went smoothly. It felt painless. I nodded a lot, didn’t speak much, and mostly agreed to everything the judge said. I’m not after anything here. Maybe I only want my ex to finally comply with an order for once in his life. He played nice, but I knew he was a wolf. It didn’t matter in the end. I did everything I was asked to do. He didn’t. And he has to now.
You know, three years of marriage is nothing. It was a tryout. I got to experience the married life with someone I wasn’t meant to spend the rest of the journey with. I learned my lesson, and I mostly learned who I was as a person. Everything I am, everything I believe in. I got rid of all the sorrow. I got rid of all the pain.
I can say today marked the end of a chapter in my life. Soon I won’t be a wife anymore. I’ll just be me. And I’ll certainly be more cautious until I get married again.