When I heard the news, just the other day, that my ex remarried, I was filled with relief, joy and sorrow all at the same time. It was strictly by accident when browsing through the names of old classmates when my daughter asked who ??? is. It didn't take much effort to find out. It's been 14 years since he left, taking every thing he could and leaving just enough money to cover one month's rent. But, it was worth it. All these years, I lived with the shadow of a relationship gone bad. It's only now that I've found closure, knowing for sure that he is someone else's problem. I don't think he's changed, because I don't think people do. I mean, I haven't. I do different things these days, but basically, I'm still the same person I've always been. The only difference is that I'm not as optimistic as I used to be.
I've thought about my 1st husband often. I married him when he was 17 and I was 18, but it only lasted a few years and I haven't seen or heard from him since our divorce. Sometimes, I'd look him up online, just to see how his life was going. He's from the south and I'm from the north. So, it wasn't likely we'd run into each other. A few minutes ago, I found out that he died last month, but I don't know how and now I'm really sad again.
