Divisions and Precisions

Better late than never

I know I mentioned a few days ago about a difficult journal entry I needed to write. I've tried several times since then, and maybe this attempt won't go anywhere either, but here goes.

If you know me or have poked around this thing at all, you know that I got married when I was 19 years old. It lasted three years. We were both too young and too emotionally messed up to deal with acting like adults. When we separated in September of 1994, neither of us acknowledged that it was for good. It was supposed to be temporary, but it wasn't.

The last time I saw my ex-husband was December of 1995. He and his father brought up the rest of my belongings, and took back the car as part of our divorce agreement. We got to spend a little bit of time together, sans my ex-father-in-law. It was good. We weren't bitter or angry. We were friendly. I was reminded of what was good about him. The last time I heard from him was in 1998. We emailed briefly.

That is, until a little over a month ago. He found me via this site and emailed me again. It's funny, whenever I saw in my referrer logs that someone had found me by searching for "lisa nichols", I always wondered if it was him. I guess one time it was.

Anyway, after about a week of "hey what have you been up to for the past six years", we really started to talk. We've even talked on the phone a couple of times. I'm not the only one to have changed. In fact, I think we have more in common than ever.

I know how that sounds. And I know I'm usually the one to report things up-to-the-minute and as they happen in my life, but I kept this to myself for a while. Partly because I'm really worried about how some people in my life are going to react, and partly because I feel a little sheepish, as much as I've griped and bitched about him over the years.

To make a long story short (I know, it's too late for that), we've started sort of discussing the idea of meeting up again. There's no details at all really, between me being unemployed and him teaching (he's a band director now), it'll be a while, but... there's still a connection there. I feel cautiously optimistic.