Six Times Rejected

On our sixth trip to City Hall, Roxanne and I still walked away without a marriage certificate.

Over the three years following our divorce, this was our sixth attempt to remarry.

Every single time on the day we picked, she always had an emergency and left.

I watched our names flash on the screen and tried to hold her back.

"It is almost our turn. It will only take a couple of minutes."

"Is your thing really that urgent? You do not even have time to sign the papers?"

Roxanne looked at me wi