âYou Are Loved, Damnit!â A Lesson From The Universe For This Single DivorcĂ©e
Last month, I borrowed my ex-husbandâs car to visit my son, daughter-in-law, and their little guy (read about becoming a grandmother here). As soon as I arrived at the parking garage, the attendant said, âIâm sorry, but the carâs dead.â
My ex immediately answered the phone when I called, arranged for a jump, and said, âcall me along the way.â
He called me while I was driving, âeverything okay? Call me when you get there.â
Pleased that he was concerned, I thought he was being dramatic. âI fine. Iâm will.â
But I never got there. The car wouldnât restart at the rest stop forty-five minutes from my destination.
My ex gave me the info I needed to get the car on the road again and where to drop it off. âCall me if you have any problems.â
My bestie, Sonia, sat on the phone with me until the car service showed up. Finally, on my way back into the city, I held my breath, clenched my butt cheeks, and drove the ninety-minute ride feeling sorry for myself. I missed feeling taken care of by my husband like he did so many years ago. I knew I didnât want to be married to him, but then damnit, why am I crying?...