DAY THIRTEEN

Yesterday morning I met my husband at the city courthouse. He was cleanly shaven, wearing a brand new black jacket. He looked very neat. I mean, his appearance was very organized, clean. We signed and dated the divorce papers in the company of an ornery notary. Before parting, we hugged. Instead of apologizing, I thanked him. He said it was for the best. I find so much peace and closure in that.