They don’t stay in Texas…unless of course…you live there…and then…where else would they be…or so it seems…
Honestly…for the most part…I never have contact with my…once husband…unless…there is something going on with the kids that we need to discuss…which is almost never since they are grown…or…there is an event…such as a wedding…but…more likely…a funeral…that brings us together…
It started years ago…his uncle died…he was a man that I admired and respected…he was my daughters’ great uncle…the girls were too young to go alone…I took them…it seemed only natural to do so…
I attended his father’s service…he attended mine…I loved his parents…he loved mine…we both love our daughters…it seemed only natural to do so…
And…it was…or at least it is…in my family…when my step-father passed away last winter…I laughed and said there were enough exes there to be pallbearers…and there were…thankfully they weren’t all mine…but…Grandpa had touched each of their lives in some way…they needed to pay their respects as well…
Not to say it wasn’t awkward at times…but…there were no tense moments…no snide remarks…only condolences for the loss of a great man…
Maybe…it’s not so bad…that those exes…don’t stay in Texas…
Jane
