Unhappy Ending

The mediator looked back and forth from my wife to me. It was easy to divide up possessions when we pretty much had nothing. I was sweaty and shaky unsure if fifteen years of marriage was really coming down to sitting in a room with a balding forty-something man who would put everything down on paper for us. She wouldn't make eye contact with me, though we'd shared so much else for so long. I signed the paperwork, slammed down the pen, and ran out the door, so neither of them would see my tears.