exes

Recently
Jon and I unexpectedly ran into his ex-wife at an event downtown. I assumed I might meet her one of these days, but also thought it was possible that I might not ever meet her.

After all, they were only married less than two years and have no children. They haven't retained any sort of connection or friendship, so I just figured it was as likely as not that I might never meet her.

But I did.

I had seen a few photos of his ex but was surprised when I met her to learn that she is quite tall. I am very short. She has long, curly hair. I have straight, short hair. In other words, we are exact opposites of one another, physically.

All marital breakups are sad, and one that comes less than 24 months after two people stand before God and family to declare a lifelong commitment to each other is a special kind of sad. I know Jon wishes very, very much that his marriage had made it.

But as I met his ex-wife, all I could think about was how their break-up is my good luck, since there are few men around as good and fine - in every sense of the word - as J.H. I cannot imagine someone not feeling extraordinarily lucky to be in a relationship with someone as kind, funny, FUN and clever as he is. He's a keeper.

:-)