I started writing about my ex-husband H as soon as I started blogging. And I haven’t stopped since. But he never said a word until yesterday when he made his first comment on either of my blogs. You can find it here.
His comment has nothing to do with clutter, and really nothing to do with the item posted. But his comment has everything to do with our relationship. And it’s worth mentioning because it’s not what most people would expect.
H has been a great sport about my blogs–despite my occasional cheap jokes and snarky comments. We talk all the time. We know each other’s history–for better and worse. No one makes me laugh more. I know he is there for me and vice versa, even though we have a divorce decree rather than a marriage license.
I truly consider my ex-husband to be my close friend. And you can see by his comment that he feels the same way.
A close friendship did not appear to be in the cards. Not when we first separated. Not after I remarried and moved the kids 300 miles away. Not a few years ago when we had a major dispute and I thought we might never speak kindly to each other ever again.
We’re opposites in many ways. Clutter alone tells you everything. He kept my habit under control during the years we were married. But once he left the house, any semblance of order and organization left with him. When he saw my new blog, he said he figured I could keep it going, one item a day, for at least ten more years. He’d be out of clutter in a week.
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to him. And to V. Thanks to the attitudes of my two husbands, we have managed to create an oxymoron: a friendly divorce. It’s worked for 15 years. And I’m fairly sure I know the secret of our success. Two reasons: Alli and Daniel.