The Package

Last weekend I received a large envelope in the mail that looks like it contains a bunch of papers. The return address was something like, "Teague, Crumpus, and Felch," which I assume to be the law firm the wife retained for our divorce.

So I know that there are divorce papers in there. But I can't open it. It's been half a week, and it just sits unopened on my kitchen table.

This is all just too real for me. The D-word is bearing down on me, and I can't (or don't want to) deal with it right now.