I see my ex-husband every once in a while — he is working as a carpenter/plumber/jack-of-all-trades for a landlord in town with many duplexes and apartments, and he buys a lot of supplies in the store where I work. We haven’t ever had any conversation to speak of — I say hi, he says hi, that’s about it.
But I had Cromwell on my mind. When I got to work this morning, I saw that J. is actually doing a job for the store. The next time he came near the registers, I said, “J., I wrote about you in my blog last night.” I could see the eyebrow go up; so many interactions between us had been so bad. So I said,”I wrote about what you did for Cromwell.” He stopped, and came over, for what reason, I don’t know. But I told him I had found all of those pictures, of Cromwell, and of Laslo. (Laslo was his cat.)
He smiled, and asked if he could have a couple. So I’m bringing them in when I work on Friday. No bad feelings, no ignoring each other. It was very nice. I guess enough time has finally passed. Or maybe it was just our babies, whom we loved so much, and whom we lost.