I’m going on vacation with my ex-husband
Is that weird? I guess in some ways it is, but we still like each other some and we still share mutual friends; especially one very special mutual friend named Ulrich. Ulrich has managed to stay friends with both of us equally in the three years since our divorce. He started out as a co-worker to my ex-husband, but they became good friends and eventually business partners so he became my friend, too. Actually, I think he might have chosen me if we had divided our friends, but there was no need for that. Most of our friends were already divided, but that’s another story.
David and I were together for 20 years and Ulrich has been around since the beginning. We have taken trips previously and always traveled well together so when he invited both of us to Germany for his sister’s wedding in May, this wasn’t unusual. We have spent time with his family on previous visits and always had more fun than should be allowed.
This invitation was extended to me by Ulrich (and his girlfriend, Catherine) this past New Year’s Eve when we were all together, including my ex-husband and his new girlfriend. (I know she’s not going and I don’t know how she feels about me going or even if they are still together because I haven’t asked). My response to this invitation was, Oh, how I would love to! But I can’t afford a trip to Europe. (sad face)
A couple weeks later David called me and said, “How about if I buy your ticket to Germany for your birthday?” I was speechless. I wasn’t sure what to say. With my hesitation obvious, David told me to think about it. He said, “No strings attached and no expectations other than to have a good time.” Well, I would have no problem having a good time, but could I really take him up on that kind of offer? He has always been more than generous with me before and after the divorce, so this was an offer true to his nature, but still, I wasn’t sure. It’s one thing to be on friendly terms, ring in the New Year together, dog sit while he and his girlfriend spend the night in San Francisco or meet for dinner with our kids, but entirely another to travel together for ten days.
So I did what we girls always do. I ran to my friends for their opinions. What they all said was, “GO!” Then I asked my son what he thought, “Are you kidding me? Go!”
So I’m going. I’m leaving on May 1st. I will report back.