I signed the divorce papers today. It was such a... shock, I guess? That isn't really the right word. But it was really strange to see M's handwriting, his signature. It was like I had a flashback of all the notes he'd written me in high school, up to him signing our marriage certificate... and then this. I know that signature, that handwriting so well. It hit me kind of hard.
But it's over. The papers aren't going to be filed with the court until M provides documentation that E is insured under his policy (what good does it do if I don't have the information, anyway? I mean seriously) but as soon as we do, all it needs is a judge's signature and it's final.
It's a bittersweet day.