I have a friend who used to refer to his relationship with his ex-wife as "a house on fire", as she always seemed to be running about the house screaming at the top of her lungs as if the place was on fire.
He frequently complained about the marriage to me and several of our mutual friends, to the point where it got a bit tedious to be around him at times - just too much airing of the dirty laundry.
Finally a day came that he announced that he had filed for divorce, which was initially doubted by me (and a few others), until he called one day not long after he had made that announcement and asked me for help moving his things out of "their" house and into "his" apartment.
It wasn't until a few months after the divorce was final that him and I went out for the dinner he had promised me for helping him move. At that dinner he told me it had been years since he had felt so happy and stress-free. He also bragged a bit about his new dating life.
Flash-forward a few years to the present, as the other day he sent me a text telling me that he had just learned that his ex-wife had passed away after being in a car accident.
He had not seen his ex-wife in a number of years, and they had not had any children together, and never once in the past few years had he mentioned her.
But the other day (Sunday) he sent me several messages telling me how much he had always missed her, and was fairly distraught about her passing.
Which did not strike me as odd, not one single bit.
That feeling of missing someone you at one time could not wait to be as far from as possible, that feeling of never wanting to see a specific person ever again and then one day being told that you literally will never be able to see that person ever again if even you wanted to, yeah, I've known that feeling.
It sucks.
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