I got to the restaurant first and had a minute to collect myself. It was weird how comfortable I felt when Mr. Ex strode up to the table and sat down. I suppose the two of us have shared a restaurant table about 2000 or 3000 times and last night didn't seem all that different.
We've been stuck in our post divorce financial negotiations for months. So last week I conceded the issues I thought were hanging us up. "I still want to settle this sooner rather than later," I wrote to him in an email after I agreed to pay my own grad school tuition and forego any claim on his bonuses.
Last night he gave me those things back.
I didn't ask. He offered.
Maybe he saw the people standing behind me.