The papers were filed. I paid the money (did I ever). I went to court a few times. The final papers were all signed (though they ended up having some sleaze on them).
The judge said I was divorced.
But I didn’t get my divorce.
Where’s my divorce?
There’s the rub, the reality. If you have children (as I do) you don’t get a divorce.
You get an __-year nightmare (fill in the blank with 18/19 minus your youngest child’s age) of having to deal with a person (your ex-spouse) that you would not want to deal with ever again.
If you love your children and are devoted to them (as I do and am), you may find that the person you have to deal with will mercilessly take advantage of the situation. You’ll be engaged in ongoing contact much of which is nonsensical.
I paid the money. I signed the papers. I want my divorce!
Where’s my divorce?