Yes, it's true ... today I dealt with what will probably be the last errand of my marriage - I had my signature notarized on the Marital Settlement Agreement for Dissolution of Marriage. Settlement, my ass. It's just a document that says, yeah, we don't wanna be married any more. He took his crap (and a lot of really nice clothes and a bread machine and a car and an education) and I took my belongings (which, incidentally, are fewer than they were in the days B.C.) and we're done.
When it's actually final, I'll let you know. Although there is a distinct possibility you'll hear my shouts of elation wherever you are.
Even in India.