so i have to 'fess up. yesterday, i accidentally came across a picture of my ex-husband on facebook. and by accidentally, i really do mean accidentally. well sort of. you see, i'm friends with a friend of his sister, because she once visited denmark and we spent some time hanging out (read: bought shoes and rode bikes and tried to meet russian gazillionaires with their own yachts...but i digress). well, she had this "happy birthday" thing to a whole list of people and one of them had the last name of my ex. and it occurred to me that the first name was of my ex's now-wife. so i clicked. sue me. i was curious. i'm human. and don't even tell me you wouldn't have too. because i know you.
well, of course much of her profile was not visible to me since we are not friends (on facebook or in reality - tho' really, who knows what reality is...again with the digression). however, her profile picture was visible. and it was a picture of her, looking quite happy with my ex-now-her husband. which i think is fabulous. i do sincerely hope the man is happy. he was a nice guy, just not the right guy for me (note to self: do not ever marry a doctor just so you don't have to explain to your family why you're studying russian literature.) (second note to self: stop with the digressions already.)
and since i know you're all dying to know...i can tell you that the years have NOT been kind. in fact, they've been so unkind that i had to go back, reopen it and show husband when he got home. (you know, the keeper husband, who had once gone to a sauna built by finns on a swedish observation post on the macedonia-kosovo border together with the ex and was thus familiar with his, ahem, appearance). the poor man (the ex-, not the keeper) has a receding hairline, sagging yet strangely chubby cheeks and a stomach that looks like a misplaced fat-suit pillow. and i could see that his choice in casualwear was still dismal at best...a white tank top under a sheer white, not-tucked-in short-sleeved button shirt worn over khaki shorts? apparently all the training i did on that man didn't stick. 7 years of it. *sighs heavily* (even after all this time.)
so the silver lining of the title? since couples have a tendency to grow to look more and more alike over the years, i am quite pleased my life didn't take me down that particular path.
not buying it? ok, i admit it, i just wanted to use the rainbow picture i snapped on my way to work this morning....but the rest of it is all true.
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