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Well...it finally happened! My daughter's 30th brithday party brought both me and my X together at last.
After bolstering myself with several alcolic reinforcements, I approached, first his wife and then .....the man himself. My children were in a state of breathless suspended animation at the bar waiting for complete distruction. After all....we haven't spoken in 11 years
Our conversation was non-confrontational and....actually rather pleasant. No one wanted to rock the boat. My husband, Jack, had a long conversation with Tom about fishing. I gauked. Judy, my X's wife just talked about whatever prevented "dead air"
My kids, I think, were afraid of ruining THE PEACE. They were afraid that one word from them would turn the whole thing over.
There is hope in this world.
1 comment:
momma -- this post is from october. it's mid december!
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