I was dumped by my my ex-wife of twelve years about a year and a half ago. Reasons still unknown, 'we just grew apart.'
We stayed in touch on a friendly basis. I've had a few half-assed attempts at relationships since then, but they've all been nightmares.
I'm moving from L.A. to the Gulf of Mexico and am buying a house there. The bank that's lending me the mortage needed some loan documentation from the house that my wife and I owned jointly. I had no choice but to ask her for it. She readily agreed, in fact called my lender (with my permission) to ask exactly what was required. She's spent all day digging through her records and has FAXed my bank everything. I had a nice plant delivered today to thank her.
She just called me to say that everything is all done, all papers are in order and are at my bank.
Damn it! I still love her, I didn't realize it until tonight. How can something so perfect just explode in our faces?
I'm thinking about taking her to dinner, just be blunt and say 'put your cat in a carrier and get your ass on the plane, we're back together (her name), we'll make it work'
I haven't cryed in 1.5 years, but I am now.....