Greg soon found out big city courthouse workers have the same mentality as small town courthouse employees. The looks Greg received when he asked for the proper paperwork to fill out and move forward with divorce were enough to make even the most narcissist individual feel a sense of shame. He could see them whispering and brooding behind their cubicles as he stood there waiting for the lady to dig out the proper forms and explain the process for filling them out. Greg's inner fears and insecure thoughts overrode his ability to listen and he missed most if not all of the lady's instructions for filling them out. Divorce, albeit a growing trend, is still frowned upon by many and a major topic in gossip circles regardless of what part of the country you live in or what slice of the economic pie you belong to.
The elevator ride back down to the courthouse ground level was far less eventful than the ride up. Gregory found himself in the midst of presumably a few high profile lawyers obnoxiously discussing their morning golf rounds. Greg used to enjoy golf, but hadn't picked up a club in years. Work was his life now. And soon, it would be what defined him. He was bound and determined that a divorce nor an unhappy marriage would define him. These papers were the ticket to his liberation, his independence and his first real chance at individuality. Jenna and Greg were married young. They had been companions from the start of adolescence. Neither had ever really had a significant other prior to their falling for each other. Their side by side seats in 6th grade science brought them together, and it was believed from that moment forward, they would remain together. Happy. Forever. Just like the storybook endings always read. Just like the movies.
Greg caught a glimpse of Rosie dry mopping the shimmering marble floor in the foyer of the courthouse building. He couldn't run out of there fast enough. He had just met Rosie, but had already decided he didn't like her. She was nosey, blunt and obtuse. He didn't need another woman like that in his life. He was trying to free himself from this sort of criticism and openness. He wasn't about hang around and give her a chance to pipe up again. But it was too late, Rosie, with the prowess of a crouching tiger flagged Gregory down and gave him another earful. "You don't really think this is going to solve your problems do you.....ummm...I never did catch your name mister."
"It's Greg thank you. Now if you could kindly let me be on my way I have some appointments I need to be at. Have a nice day Rosie." And Greg began the hour long drive back to his upscale home on the bay.
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