Gravity Day 2

Gregory finished his breakfast, grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door. There was no one to say good bye to. This hadn't happened since he and Jenna both had business trips land on the same week nearly two years go, but it felt like 15 to Greg. His love for his kids was a strong and special one. Though from the outside it may not have seemed it at times with as much time he spent at his job. The hour long minute commute to the courthouse left Greg with plenty of time to reflect on his kids and his relationship with his wife. There were a lot of things that drove Greg to a high level of success in the business world. Providing a secure life for his children was at the top of the list. Having a life of ease and not having to tell his kids "we don't have enough money for that" was another driving driving force. Gregory came from nothing. Raised in Detroit, the son of a Ford Factory worker, there were no video games, no going to movies and no luxury or entertainment of any kind. A bicycle fashioned from two broken ones and shared amongst two other siblings was a privilege to them. Success, happy well adjusted kids and nice things were a product of the rather large chip on his shoulder. 

Greg arrived at the San Diego County courthouse in what seemed like the blink of an eye. He had got caught up in all his memories and what brought him to this place. Gregory's elevator ride up to the Family Law Facilitator's office and his deep introspective thoughts were interrupted with a question. A short lady, with piercing eyes, a weathered face and all the lines of a life of struggle spreading across her face. Wearing her blue dress and apron. Her name tag said Rosie, and she spoke with a Hispanic accent. "You look as if you saw a ghost mister" she uttered with the confidence of a marriage proposal. There was an awkward silence for what seemed like minutes. Greg wasn't sure what to say. Was it that obvious he was having a hard time with this next step in his life? He felt so confident and convicted this was best for him and his kids. How could he look pale and scared. Greg, although feeling somewhat hesitant, answered quite candidly. "I'm actually on my way to the Family Law Facilitators office." Rosie wasted no time firing back. "Oh I see, one of those fellas. Divorce papers?" Greg feeling insulted piped up "pffft what's that supposed to mean?" Fired up enough that he spit when he spoke. "I should of known" said Rosie. "Good looking, nice suit.....how old is she?" Greg, shocked and flabbergasted at the audacity of a stranger, a janitor none the less, rolled his eyes and told her "have a nice day" as the elevator door slid open. Walked out, without looking back.