I spent the weekend at my mum's. Just needed to catch up with family and friends after nearly two years of not being able to go anywhere. Now that I've been I feel better but when I arrived on Friday afternoon, all I could think about was going home again. I have to admit it's been a very enjoyable weekend. I spent time with my brother and his family, my oldest and dearest friend whom I've known for 34 years, and then on Sunday I went to see my ex-husband and his absolutely lovely wife. I was a little nervous about seeing him again and perhaps somewhat apprehensive about meeting his wife but we hit it off from the moment we hugged. It was like seeing two life long friends and I can honestly say I feel all the more richer for being with them. It's more than 15 years since I got divorced and he hasn't changed a bit. To sit on the sofa with his wife chatting about everything and anything seemed the most natural thing to do. His family know we're in contact and find it rather odd; but life goes on.
The main thing is, we don't think it's odd because we simply drifted apart all those years ago. There was no one else involved, no bitterness, no spite. We knew things had ended between us and we also knew that we needed to set each other free. He found one of the nicest people I now have the privilege to call my friend, and moved on with his life. So I sat there in what used to be our three-bedroom semi, looked at Amy and thought about the way everything happens for a reason. Perhaps we would have had a child together, who knows, but that child wouldn't have been Amy. No matter where life's twists and turns lead us, there's always a straight path ahead. I'm walking along my path with my beautiful daughter, wonderful husband and am still able to wave to my past. Right now, I feel very lucky indeed.
Edit: Just to reiterate, my ex-husband is not Amy's biological father. We split up in 1996. Amy was born in 2000.