The documents from my divorce were on my doorstep when I awoke this morning. Sent by my attorney, they now reside in the garage of my new house, part of the jumbled mess of my recent move.
That's them on the left looming over Homer's Iliad and Odyssey. Odysseus’s adventures in the Odyssey alone spanned ten years. He was held as a sex slave by a witch goddess, battled to escape a one-eyed man-eating giant, suffered relentless temptation by the deadly Sirens, journeyed to Hades and back, and fought a terrifying sea monster. It's a helluva read.
My divorce lasted almost five years and was its own kind of hell. But c'mon. How about some editing?