Thoughts on Divorce
"And both parties agree to the terms set forth in the petition?"
"Yes, Your Honor." The same came from the other side of the courtroom. Shannon didn't have to turn to know the look on Eric's face was the same as on her own. Resigned. Almost bored.
"Then consider your marriage dissolved. Mr. Weiss. Ms. Weiss. Good luck in your future dealings." The judge's gavel banged.
Shannon nodded and picked up her briefcase off the floor, opening it only to stick her copy of the final decree in the folder marked 'Divorce' inside. Once that was finished, she snapped it shut and lifted it off the table and pushed through the small gate leading to the long aisle out of the courtroom.
Once in the hallway, she turned to look at Eric, her almost-former husband.
"Six months?" He asked. Shannon nodded. "And do we have to come back here then?" She shook her head.
"I don't think so. That was the point of this. They'll just swing another stamp down on a piece of paper, stick it in the mail and voila." She shrugged one shoulder. "It's official."
"Have you had lunch?" Another question. Shannon shook her head again. "Want to grab a burger?" She nodded.
Threading her arm through his, she let him lead the way to the diner across the street from the courthouse. Within minutes, it was like old times, laughing and talking and even sharing their milkshakes back and forth. He always ordered strawberry, she claimed to hate it. Until she ended up drinking half of his and forcing him to order another. It was one of the things he'd actually miss. For her, it was the french fries. He'd ignore the ones on his plate and eat hers. She didn't mind, she found it endearing.
When it was over, he offered her a ride back to the office. Business as usual.