Time Flies

I thought how odd it was to have been married to someone, and no longer talk to the person.

I mean, think about it. You think you love someone enough to marry them (whatever that means) you share families, meals, a living space, sob stories, colds and friends for however many years.

Then zero, zilch, nada. Cold and incommunicado.

Years go by, I think it is only natural to start to wonder how is this person? Are my ex-in-laws still living? What about my brother in-laws? Is he still doing that thing that I found so annoying? So many questions. After all, this is a fellow human I once cared for on some level.

I googled him.

It’s been 35 years, he's a full fledged Doctor – had I held in there a bit longer I may be living more comfortably now. His receptionist answered. I guess he was in between patients because when I gave the woman my name and she repeated it he picked the phone up right away. “The Jane Smith I was married to?” he said in a jokey kind of way when he came on the line. “That would be me “ I replied. We were shocked at how our voices hadn’t changed. It was a pleasant conversation. I was surprised at how much he remembered. Actually, I surprised myself at how much information flooded my memory as we continued to speak.

I hung up with a smile on my face.

We had not ended our marriage on the best of terms.

In this case time had healed.