After a year of separation, my marriage was dissolved one year ago today by a judge who never saw Mr. Ex and me hand-in-hand, never heard friend after friend say we were the perfect couple, never saw Mr. Ex standing in our yard shaking the white petals from our pear tree on our daughter's birthday until the yard filled up with blossoms that looked like drifting snow. The judge never asked us if we'd been to counseling or if the plummeting wreck of our marriage might possibly be righted before it turned to ash.
A piece of paper in the mail. Final Decree of Divorce. My new name on the bottom.