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.