I didn’t think it was possible for me to be rendered speechless about my ex-husband.
I was wrong.
By this point (almost ten years since he disappeared), I’ve grieved, processed and moved on. I’ve been asked clueless questions, been blamed for his actions and deflected insensitive remarks.
But this one got me.
It came from someone that I haven’t seen in about 15 years but who was aware of the changes in my marital status through Facebook.
“You first husband was quite a hunk,” she leaned in to tell me. Prior to this, we had been discussing her life updates.
“Uhhh…” I sputtered, taken aback and unsure how to respond.
Finally, I recovered a bit and realized that she may be the one person in my circle that didn’t hear the story or see it on the news when it occurred.
“I guess he was. But the bigamy he committed pretty much soured that for me.”
“Yeah, you really loved him,” she replied, “I still remember how you were together at that dinner theater thing we all went to.”
“I had forgotten all about that.” Which was not only the truth, but also a hint to the fact that I’d rather keep it that way.
Once we parted ways, all I could do was shake my head in disbelief.