At My Divorce Hearing I Had Nothing Until The Doors Opened

who had no idea what was happening on the other side. I had been up since four in the morning. My lower back had been in a conversation with my sciatic nerve that I was not winning. The heat in the room was the dry institutional kind that settles into your clothes and makes it hard to breathe in a full, satisfying way.

My attorney was a man I had found continue reading …