“Are you coming to his party?”
“What party? Whose party?”
“My friend, your ex-husband, he’s throwing a wedding party next week, will you come to the party?”
My mind froze, not only that I was not invited to the party, I didn’t even know he’s throwing one. Eight years, that was my answer when friends asked why I care whether I am included in his family celebrations such as this wedding reception. And eight was what I said when asked if I keep in touch. How the hell can I not? They were mother, father, aunt, sister, brother, nephew to me for eight years. How do I turn that off? Especially that now he and I become such close friends, I like him better (as a friend) and I definitely like myself better, we’re both happier. We communicate, exchange stories about work stuff, love life and daughter as we tried our best to do the hard work of parenting well together while not being together in a marriage. But he never mentioned about the party …
After I pulled myself together, took a deep breath, I said (lied) “O that, I can’t come, and I’ve told him I can’t come.”
tequila shots for the soul 