There were moments when we sat in comfortable silence with one another, something I'm not quite as good at. I never strain to fill the empty space with chatter when I'm with Rebecca, because we're beyond awkwardness -- there's nothing to prove.
I got divorced and then decided to get to the bottom of me for better for worse. I tucked in with my kids, licked my wounds and lies. Then I ventured out to dating world. I had a couple of almosts, a plethora of interesting folks and a handful of no ways.
I met "Jane" day one, freshmen year of college. All blonde and bows, she bounded down the hall like a Labrador puppy. Soon, we were inseparable. Then Jane met "Eric." A sweet, humble and all-around good guy, Eric was the quintessential boy next door. And, quite literally, he was.
Over time, the three of us have managed to work through the awkwardness and settle in to the reality. Because the reality is that the three of us are bound by marriages past, present, and hopefully future for my ex.