Gemotions

The courtroom was silent, awaiting the verdict. I was the plaintiff in a messy divorce case, and my ex-husband had hired his therapist to testify on his behalf. I looked across the room and saw the man, his glasses perched on his nose, looking at me with a soft expression. It was Gary, my childhood tormentor.

He took the stand, and he gave his testimony. It was balanced and fair, considering the situation. After, I went to find him in the hallway.

He shook my hand and offered a polite smile. I felt like I had won the battle.