It had already been a long morning. Not much sleep the night before, then quickly dressed and out the door. Arrived early to find a convenient parking spot then had to wait almost an hour for the doors to open.
Finally upstairs and watching the process, waiting. Then it’s my turn and the judge reads the papers and asks, “Do you understand?” I wanted to shout, “No, I don’t understand at all!”, but I knew what he meant, so all I could say was yes.
“Divorce granted. Pick up your documents on the way out”, and it was over. Thirty years, just like that.