Whew! What a weekend.
Why? You ask.
Let me start at the beginning.
It's some time in the late 90's. I'm going out with this guy, he's pretty great, but I'm kind of spoiled and self-centred. I break it off and we go our separate ways.
Fast forward to today, or rather Friday.
Said guy came up from deep in the U.S.A., with his wife and his kids.
They stayed at our house.
We all got along like a house (not mine) on fire.
Meaning: really, really well.
It was busy, noisy, fun-filled weekend and although I'm a neat freak and do not like to have my house awry, I really miss them.
Many, many people think my relationships with certain exs are strange and otherworldly, but my philosophy is, if there was reason to be friends before the romance didn't work out, there's still reasons after. And don't be fooled, these relationships didn't end prettily and logically, they were bitter and angry sometimes, but with forgiveness comes an open door leading to somewhere else - a really great place where the 1 Corinthians 13 definition of love that doesn't include keeping a record of wrongs lives.
My philosophy has led me to walk down the aisle as a bridesmaid at another ex's wedding and it is the reason I had such a wonderful weekend and now count my family 4 people larger than it was before.
I love my crazy life.
2 comments:
this post made me smile and feel warm.
I needed this tonight. Thank you.
I am of the same mind. Up until I got married, I had many friends who were exs. There was obviously something there before, it just wasn't a romantic chemistry. You never know unless you try, and there is no reason things have to be ugly if it doesn't work out. That's awesome.
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