It is a strange thing about divorce

It happens less and less as time goes on.
But every once in a while it is there.
Just sitting in the mailbox waiting.
You come home from work and there it is.
It will normally be junk mail.
But the name is right there on the paper.
It was mailed to your ex-wife.
Is that one of the risks of buying the home?
In the beginning they are actually rare.
I guess the post office forwards them.
After a while though, they start coming.
Not a flood by any means, just a few.
The first one kind of stings.
It is a reminder of all that broke.
After a while they just are background noise.
And even longer still, they kind of stop.
After all, it has been years since she was here.
And then one comes in 2.5 years later.
And it makes you think quite a bit about things.
Granted, you have been doing a lot of thinking.
But the whole flavor of it is different now.
It is a mailer to someone you once knew.
(well, someone you thought you knew ;-)
And there is no sting at all.
No hate, and no real emotion to it.
It is like it was to the person you never knew.
To the person that owned your house before you.
It is nothing significant, nothing to be done.
It is simply an ad for a seminar.
And you drop it in the trash with no thought.
That is when you realize the difference.
And you realize how far in your past it is.
And then you grab it out of the trash.
You pull a camera off the counter.
You snap a picture of it quick.
Then you put it back in the trash.
Then you run to your computer and write.
Not pain, not joy, but pride.
Happy at how far you have come.
These are all just signposts along the way.
Markers of healing and growth.
Have a good day.