I'm the first one to get over the shock.
I grab a bunch of paper towels and I hand them to Brent. He dabs his face and his shirt's collar, then he turns to stare at his Mom.
"What the hell?"
Delilah bangs her fist on the table.
"Are you 'what the hell-ing' me? What have you done, Brent? Is this some kind of a joke?"
"It's not." I butt in. "We agreed that we wanted to get divorced and we did just that. As mature adults, I believe that we're entitled to do whatever we want."
"No, you're not! You didn't decide to get married; I did. That means I decide when the f*****g marriage is over! It's not over until I say it's over!"
Brent scoffs.
"I don't expect you to agree with everything that I do. I'll be doing whatever suits me from today onwards, so get used to it."
"Did you just ta
