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Every evening I pull into my driveway. I wonder if it's here yet. I take a deep breath, get out of my car and walk down the gravel path. The red flag is down so the mail man has come and gone. I pause and wonder again if it's here yet or not. Damn you Schrodinger!!! Until I open it, my mailbox both contains and does not contain my divorce decree. I can sit and stare at it but eventually I have to open it. So, today I open it and once again it isn't there.

Tips hat and raises glass of Woodford Reserve, well played mailman, well played...

Oh well there's always tomorrow.

[This message edited by 7yrsflushed at 6:15 PM, August 6th (Wednesday)]

I have that with the court meetings, where every meeting a lawyer says, "this is the last one!" Well, you-know-who's lawyer is drafting the papers and leaves things out so we all tromp back out again.

I am very suspicious of this as an attempt to carry it on and bill Perv longer.

Lol on the mailman humor, thanks for the snicker.

I know the feeling because when I still lived in the house, I used to hide behind trees to watch the mail lady take the papers away to bring to the lawyer.

Suspense.

(((7years,)))

Just wanted to let you know you have been heard.

Take care

(((7 years)))

I was just thinking about posting to see if it was final yet (due to your signature line).

Crossing my fingers it's there tomorrow for you!

Love this post. The Schrodinger reference is excellent.

In a lot of ways our marriages were like Schrödinger's cat (or a box of chocolates) you never knew what you would get coming home. You had a marriage and you didn't have a marriage. All possibilities at the same time. Brilliant!