It seems like tomorrow’s finalizing of the divorce should not be a very big deal—that it should just be a matter of going through the motions.
This is not the case, apparently.
I am doing my darndest to push whatever thoughts or feelings are there down, down, down into no-man’s-land, but I’m just ending up kind of numb (and overly full from all the eating).
What a season to officially end my marriage, no?
I’m sure eventually I’ll post something of substance (Famous Fridays don’t seem to count, in my mind) that is not angst-ridden, but for now I am just getting through it.
Tuesday, 8:30 eastern, 7:30 central, I have a phone-date with the judge who will make it all official.