The morning of the final hearing, I wore a navy dress and comfortable shoes.

I had considered putting on something dramatic, something that would announce a transformation.

Instead, I wanted to feel like myself.

I arrived early with Sandra and reviewed the remaining papers in the courthouse hallway.

The agreements clarified property division and the handling of certain disputed transfers.

The language was technical, not poetic.

It didn’t declare anyone a villain or promise that I would never be sad again.

It simply gave us a process for closing the relationship.