I’ve been divorced long enough now to be somewhat comfortable in my skin again. I have friends and family and church and mobility and … everything I really need to be a happy, helpful member of the human race.
I don’t always accept what divorce has delivered to me on a not-so-silver platter, but I have found peace with most of it, most of the time.
I find it interesting that each time I become resigned to what is, a new form of loss washes over me. Lately I have thought of the many acquaintances whom I no longer have contact with because I have no contact with my ex-husband. I miss them. Many of them were repeat overnight guests in our home and I had come to think of them as friends. These were business associates who worked regularly with D.
Sometimes they would take D and me out to dinner, their way of paying for their lodging, I suppose. Often we stayed in and I cooked dinner. Some of them, I knew, seldom got home-cooked meals. A few came to know me well enough to request a particular meal. I always suspected they were encouraged by D when he knew they liked the same meals he did. I was comfortable with that.
Perhaps, as cynical Maxine says in the cartoon above, these old acquaintances are better forgot. I should sweep them up like so much shattered glass and toss them. Forget them. Fortunately (or not), I’m not that much of a cynic. Well, a few of those characters were forgettable. But some were not.
I’ve thought recently of my favorite of the lot, T the Swede. Let me say first that he was pleasant to look at. Now that I’ve settled that, I can tell you that it wasn’t his good looks that captured my attention. I think D and I liked him equally. He was kind and thoughtful. He listened and became totally engaged in the conversation at hand. He asked questions as if he really wanted to learn the answers. Everyone who knew him seemed to feel the way we did about him. He invited us to visit him and his family in Sweden. They had a place on a lake. I think the invitation was sincere. I wish we had gone.
A while back, D sent me an email telling me that T had suffered a horrible skiing accident and his injuries now confine him to a wheelchair. I keep thinking about T’s love for his wife and boys and of the tender care he bestowed upon them. T and his wife L and their first son A spent a few days with us once when they were in the States. We enjoyed having them. Little A was still a baby and T was an expert parent. As I reflect on those days long gone, I find myself hoping that T is now receiving that same unselfish love and care that he so effortlessly gave to others.
It was kind of D to update me as to T’s condition. It tells me that he remembers how much I favored T over all the others. He also sent me T’s email address. I think it’s time I should send T a note.