It's been at least 32 years since I last saw my first wife. I left on a business trip, kissed her goodbye, and flew off into the sunset like I'd done many times before.
This trip was different. On return (got back a bit early) I arrived home to an empty house and caught a glimpse of her driving out of the parking lot in a truck filled with furniture. I've not seen her since. Even through the divorce proceedings she was absent.
Over the years I've had dribs and drabs of little updates through the grapevine.
I've never really wanted to meet or seek her out in anyway over the years with the exception of a few curious googles and searches on Facebook from time to time.
Last night I got a friend request from a old workmates from "back in those days". As I generally do when requests come in (profile reasonably tight) take a look at their friends. No surprise she's a friend of this person as she was the one who originally introduced us.
I could easily accept request as I'm not sure how many people actually scan others profiles in detail and follow the spiderweb of connections but I do.
It did get me thinking last night is it time to reach out. My new life will not certainly come as any great shock to my ex given I've struggled with my gender all my life and there is no question I'm 110% comfortable in who I am today. It does appear she's married the guy she was seeing behind my back and they actually live not terribly far from me today (but likely no chance of crossing paths).
The thought has been rattling around for much of the morning. Maybe it's a need for a sense of unrecognized closure or making amends for past transgressions on both sides. Who knows.
Just thinking out loud.
Cheers... Jennifer