It was not a big thing!

I went to the wedding of my grandchild apprehensive about having to be around my ex-husband and tired of making waves for everyone else involved. I heard people wondering whether I would get mad if they spoke to him and all that stuff. And I have read endlessly of forgiveness. The first night we were both there at the same hotel, I saw my niece, Susan, greet him and then both of them looked to see if I was watching the proceedings. Something snapped within me.

I yelled at him and asked him if he wanted to buy us drinks. He nearly passed out and so did Susan but he ran to get the drinks and we sat down to talk for about an hour. I don't know what else went on but it made a difference for everyone involved. It was a small thing in the end. To tell you the truth, it was far easier than trying to avoid him.

In a way, it seemed a natural progression--one that was long in coming. I don't feel like a martyr. I feel like a human being who has learned to walk on.