Court happened.
Upon arrival I spotted my husband, said hello and walked on by.
My friend was there for moral support (highly recommend that move). My friend is the kind of person who doesn't say much unless it is wise, doesn't get their feelings hurt, and doesn't demand to know all the details. And they love God and want His will to be done. Supreme moral support.
My attorney arrived and we reviewed our case. Then I sat in court and witnessed other spouses battling for custody. It was sad and I kept thinking about all the powerless children involved.
As our turn rolled around, it became a choice that we not sit in court and battle, but we let our attorneys hash it out with the judge. We would still have an opportunity to testify if we wished. My husband and I agreed to let our attorneys do their jobs and avoid confrontation. It was settled. Neither of us chose to further testify. No one was happy. At least it was over.
As my attorney was drafting the papers they asked if I wanted to seek a judgment on our divorce. I said yes, the papers were written and then my husband and I sat before a judge.
12 1/2 years ago we stood before a pastor in a small chapel. This day we sat before a judge in a small courtroom.
Two best friends witnessed. Two attorneys witnessed.
Our family and friends took pictures. Strangers documented.
We said "I do"...promise to have and hold, in sickness and in health, til death do us part. We said "I do"...declare there is nothing that this court can do to help repair our marriage.
Tears were shed.
I am now a single person.
No one is celebrating.
How to move on?
Only God knows.
Here I go.
