When he realizes she doesn't care

 He pushed it off as long as he could.  The last of the paper work that tied them together was the car's title.  They met at the DMV early.  Anyone who might question his whereabouts could assume it was work.  He was nervous anyway.  He didn't know why.  It was his choice to end the marriage.  Maybe it was because he found her unpredictable.  Would she be angry?  More likely, would she have those big hopeful eyes on the edge of tears?  He always worried about her.  He always felt responsible somehow.  It was exhausting.  

But here she was.  Same as she always was.  Careless in her appearance, her hair a tangle and her face plain, maybe a bit more tired and are her legs really that hairy?  And glasses?  that's new.  

"how ya doing" she asks.  "early" he grunts.  "yeah, i was gonna bitch, but i figured you have shit to do" she responds.  

They head inside.  Their conversation quickly falls back into their familiar way.  It's nice.  Then it's done.  He has to continue to the license bureau.  He stammers a bit, explaining the next steps as they exit, afraid she'll follow him.  She looks confused, "you want me to wait?".  He says no.  She leans in for that half hug, peck on the cheek thing.  Then she's gone.  

"She looked like shit", he thinks. Suddenly, he realizes why and his already broken heart, breaks just a little more.  

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