Write about anything you’d like, but make sure the post includes this sentence: “I thought we’d never come back from that one.”
When my husband and I divorced, it was a peaceful divorce. We were labeled as “the friendliest divorced couple.” Yet, we had each changed, gotten intolerant and impatient with the other, and gone our separate ways. At the time, there seemed to be no solution but to be divorced. I couldn’t possibly think of ever getting back with him. Though peaceful, our divorce was very sad. I thought we’d never come back from that one.
But then cancer happened to me. And being laid off from a 25 year job happened to him. Because we were still friends, it just seemed natural to lend each other support. It felt right. Dave took me to my first chemo appointment, in fact.
Then, that year of my breast cancer surgery and treatment, we were good buddies again and went to many cancer benefits together. I just wanted to HELP people, and Dave has never changed his generous nature; he wanted to help cancer survivors too. This even led to us going to a benefit for a family whose house and dog were lost to a huge fire while they were out of town for a hockey tournament. When I saw the news story, my heart went out to them because my family had also had a house fire.
Out of town we went to that benefit, and I had written to the grieving mom that she would recognize me at the benefit because I would be the bald lady.
It was on the way home from that benefit that Dave and I discussed that it was silly to pretend it wasn’t happening. We weren’t just hanging out, we were dating now. That was 2010.
Near Valentine’s Day of 2012 Dave proposed to me. And a little over two weeks ago, he and I married on 12/12/12. This second time around is already happier than before. And we would have missed it, had we not been open to changes.