Yep, that’s it. A single court record, stapled in the corner, declaring us officially divorced, and that was that. No reopening of the case, no motions, no drama, nothing.
I cracked up and held it up to show Gary, who also laughed ironically.
Gary’s and his ex’s divorce file is massive, filling one entire file box and several more file folders that are stuffed to bursting. The file of post-divorce paperwork alone finally had to be crammed into a large tote bag because it was so full, it was tearing the heavy-duty folder it was in!
Page after countless page capturing several years’ worth of a one-sided, frenetic love affair with the courtroom; typo-laden hate-o-grams from a licentious lawyer; pettish motions; chest-pounding subpoenas; a chronology of worn-out lies, groundless accusations, and finger-pointing sob stories.
My ex-husband was a lot of things, flawed, like all of us. One thing he was not, fortunately, was a litigation-happy nutcase who couldn’t keep his ass out of the courtroom. Wherever he is now, whatever he is doing, I’d like to sincerely thank him for that.