Filing for Divorce − 12 December, 2005
Carolyn and Dan filed for divorce.
From Dan's Livejournal that day:
So we went to the courthouse and filed the paperwork...except for the review and signature by a judge, we are divorced. When we were walking over there, she stopped me and asked if I was sure this was what I wanted. I told her it was, and without any histrionics, arguments or heated discussions, we went over and paid the $332 and filed the paperwork with the county. And that's all she wrote.
Walking through the skyways on the way back toward her office, we stopped and got cookies at a little hole-in-the-wall. The "Chocolate Chocolate Therapeutic" was, as advertised, quite therapeutic. And chocolatey. So we're walking along, talking about how we're going to continue to be friends, and she all of a sudden spouts off with, "I got divorced, and all I got was this lousy cookie!"
Which caused me to spray chewed up bits of mine everywhere, somewhat reducing its therapeutic value. Nevertheless, it was good to hear her joking about the whole situation.
I'm okay with everything. Really, I am. We separated in June. I've had time to prepare myself for this mentally and emotionally. I suspect that that's just the surface level of things. I tend to be "generally okay" until something dislodges my protective layers, and then I have a good cry.
But today, I'm okay. And that's a start.
From Dan's Livejournal that day:
So we went to the courthouse and filed the paperwork...except for the review and signature by a judge, we are divorced. When we were walking over there, she stopped me and asked if I was sure this was what I wanted. I told her it was, and without any histrionics, arguments or heated discussions, we went over and paid the $332 and filed the paperwork with the county. And that's all she wrote.
Walking through the skyways on the way back toward her office, we stopped and got cookies at a little hole-in-the-wall. The "Chocolate Chocolate Therapeutic" was, as advertised, quite therapeutic. And chocolatey. So we're walking along, talking about how we're going to continue to be friends, and she all of a sudden spouts off with, "I got divorced, and all I got was this lousy cookie!"
Which caused me to spray chewed up bits of mine everywhere, somewhat reducing its therapeutic value. Nevertheless, it was good to hear her joking about the whole situation.
I'm okay with everything. Really, I am. We separated in June. I've had time to prepare myself for this mentally and emotionally. I suspect that that's just the surface level of things. I tend to be "generally okay" until something dislodges my protective layers, and then I have a good cry.
But today, I'm okay. And that's a start.
Comments:
vision024 (February 15, 2007. 06:57pm)
I admire your strength. It's OK to cry and everything does work out for the best. Did you have any interaction with your ex over Christmas holiday?
fontosaurus (February 26, 2007. 05:06am)
Hard to say -- it was over a year ago. I think she and I talked briefly about things related to her vacating our old apartment, and my helping her move into her new place.