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.

    • Powderhorn@beehaw.orgOPEnglish
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      8 days ago

      When it comes to her, well, you end up with a lousy news editor. There’s a reason the term “soulmate” exists. Whether you believe in this is largely irrelevant. She’s still the other half of me.