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My divorce is final today.  It's been a long process, and there is no sorrow, nor elation.  It's now a legal task of changing my name back to my original last name (I hate the term "maiden name").  I have got to contact Social Security, Dept. of Motor Vehicles, my bank, my health care providers, my insurance company, my credit card company, change my passport, get a new library card.  I need to wait for the court papers, finalized, to come my way as proof of legal name change before I start this process.  I wearily wait to have those papers witnessed by complete strangers...yes, I am divorced.  Yep.  Got a divorce.  There is no shame in it, for me, but it's weird to have your life splayed out to paper pushers.  I anticipate the apologies; know that I will explain I'm "all good."  Cough.  Move on.

And truly, I am all good.  The time for hair pulling and teeth gnashing is long past.  Pack up a little more baggage in the ol' suitcase of life.  This is how we do it.