We’ve been divorced since 2016. We’ve, uh, met up a few times over the years, but that ended around 2019.
And at this point, I can’t recall the last time we could talk like adults who love each other intensely but didn’t make it work. We both know damn well that what we had isn’t repeatable.
Surprisingly, we got on the topic of FetLife without it going completely off the rails. Turns out the guy she left me for is dead and did her the disservice of assigning her as POA before shuffling off this mortal coil.
Then there was another (influencer) guy whose life she decided to ruin when he couldn’t take a hint.
I don’t really consider myself Machiavellian, but together, we are. Take that for what you will.
But we just talked like when we were 30. I covered my dad’s struggles with the move to his new assisted-living facility, and she told me about what her boys were up to (not what I was expecting). And then, it’s after 1 a.m.
I almost wish we’d at least just fought. I don’t like to be reminded of why we worked so well until we didn’t.
You know, most people’s mental issues mellow out when they age, and they become more mature on top of that. Maybe there’s a future for “future you and her”, but i would wait for a while to see how long you both can go without starting to fight.
If both of you are more chill versions of each other, would it then work out?
I mean, all I got from the call was “she’s still my person.” I don’t think most people understand what that looks like. I’m not trying to be an ass, but if you’ve never felt that, it’s a difficult thing to discuss.