I realized something profound today...
I hadn't given my ex-wife much thought lately, and then a few weeks ago I had a dream about her. I don't really remember much about the dream except that we were talking, for the first time in years. I woke up and didn't even remember that I dreamt. Then, that afternoon, it just hit me - the haunting memory of that dream and the talk we'd shared. It really upset me. I managed to get out that night and have a good time, but it still bothered me. So over the past few weeks I'd given it thought just what about it bothered me? Was it our connection, our longevity, our common interests, or how badly it had all been shattered when she was bowing out of the relationship? It made me think of how special our rapport had once been but how damaged it had become and how unsettling it was that we split after such a long, tight run. I've moved on in a lot of ways in the past 5 years, but I suddenly found myself wondering about the nature of that connecti