Yesterday, at the last minute, I decided to see my first ex-husband anyway and I am glad I did. After not seeing him for 6 years, I had forgotten what a delightful person he was and the monster I had created of him in my mind did not exist. Instead, he was an all American optimist, full of life and positivism and laughter. He was like a breath of fresh air and I think it was especially the American part that appealed to me so. It was so full of freedom. I was genuinely pleased to see him and he was genuinely pleased to see me. We got along well.
That is a good thing because his job is going to be bringing him to this part of the country regularly from now on and we will be seeing him again next month. I can only say that I am pleased about that.
I think it felt so comfortable because we have a shared past, much more so than I have with the Exfactor, and meeting each other seemed to clear the air on a lot of the complications of that. A lot of the load fell off my shoulders and things were much simpler than I had imagined they would be. They were very uncomplicated.
So, you learn a lesson every day.
And he certainly stood in huge contrast to the Exfactor. There couldn't be two more different people. It's amazing that I married them both, while only one of them is really my type.
Now I have to go back to bed to sleep some more. I'm not nearly done with that yet.