There was a small part of me that felt something like grief for the future I’d imagined. But mostly, I just felt ready to move on, ready to close this chapter and focus on rebuilding the peaceful home Lily and I had before I’d complicated everything by getting married. Victoria said she’d send over the final paperwork for me to review and sign.
After that, it was just a matter of waiting for the court to process everything and issue the final decree. She congratulated me on getting through one of the hardest things a person could go through. I thanked her for all her help and told her I couldn’t have done it without her guidance. After we hung up, I sat in my car for a few minutes just breathing. It was almost over.
Soon, my husband would be officially out of our lives, and Lily and I could really start fresh. Lily and I developed new routines over those last two months of waiting for the divorce to finalize. Sunday mornings became pancake time where she’d request different mix-ins, and I’d try to accommodate whatever combination she came up with.