four years ago, this morning, i drove to the city-county building, papers in hand, hoping that a certain someone wouldn’t show up. I had my best friend in tow; i remember the bailiff mistaking him for my soon-to-be ex-husband. i told the bailiff that i’d bet any amount of money he wouldn’t show up, but the judge wanted to wait until 10 minutes after the hearing was scheduled.
thst hearing was an intense moment in my life. up until then, i had filed all the paperwork, gotten appropriate signatures, paid for a quit claim deed, refinanced the mortgage in my name, arranged for a new housemate [who eventually left a month after moving in (the house isn’t made for three unrelated people, three dogs, and a cat)].
it was a stressful morning, but it was over in a flash.
four years ago.
it seems like a world away.