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I nod to tell her that it's okay.
In her normal, respectful manner, she immediately takes her exit and leaves me alone in a vast room with my ex-husband.
See, the thing is, I'm not scared of being alone with Thomas. Mainly because, for the most part, he never physically abused me.
The closest he had come to was throwing me onto the bed, and that was when we were in a quarrel.
I’d jumped on him to try and get him not to leave, but he took me by the waist and tossed me to the bed...easily.
That was when I realized his strength and decided not to test my might around him again.
Most of his torture came mentally and emotionally.
He would constantly tell me how much of an accessory I was and how, if my father had a choice, he would rather have had a boy than me.
More than that, when I had given birth to Skylar, he immediately did things like demanding I get back in shape as soon as three days after the birth.
His reason? He wanted to start having sex with me, and he wouldn't do that with me looking like a used sack.
And those are only the ones that I remember. That’s not to talk about the constant neglect and how he would treat me like a worthless piece of rag during activities like sex.
To put it generally, Thomas is a sexist pig, and I'm happy to have separated from him.
However, we’ve yet to finalize the divorce, for one thing: separation of assets.
That's what he's here for because I spot the iconic suitcase in his hand as the one that holds all the papers concerning our separation agreement.
"Well, I guess since you're so happy to make a fool out of me, you wouldn't mind signing these papers," he brings the papers out of the suitcase and slams them on the table.
This has been his rope around my neck for months since we've been separated.
I've been trying to get a lawyer to work out the proper settlement for him, but I couldn't find anyone who was committed enough, especially since I was the more buoyant one in the relationship, no questions asked.
If I sign the divorce papers right now, I will have to assign half of everything I have made inside our marriage to him. Thankfully, it doesn't include my fixed assets and stocks, but everything liquid will be split in exactly half.
Fuck it.
I take the pen, and with tears falling from my eyes, I scribble my initials and signature onto the paper.
"Now, you can actually go to hell, Thomas," I tell him.
"A pleasure doing business with you too, ma'am," he smiles sinisterly and takes his leave.
The restof the day passes in a blur, mostly because I'm way too distraught to account for it.
In fact, I'm not myself for the rest of the short time we spend in New Jersey. I just lost half of all my liquid assets, and I even rethought my decision repeatedly until it broke me.
I find myself crying at every window I get.
When I get back home, Skylar is there to wrap her tiny arms around me...and I shed tears onto her little shoulder.
Tears of joy...and pain.
I haven't been around her too often because of my busy schedule, but today, I play with her for a good hour or so before I begin to wonder...
"Now, where is that bodyguard of yours?" I tease her, running my fingers across her sides, making her giggle.
"In his room," she says. "He said he was getting balloons so we can play together."
