This happened to me many years ago, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe writing it down will help, so here it goes. My divorce had been finalized a few weeks before all of this happened. There were no hard feelings, no drama. To make a long story short, we had been one of those couples. Barely out of high school when we tied the knot, didn’t really know what to do with our lives, and once we figured that out, we realized our newfound directions didn’t align. We put it all on the table and agreed that it would be best to make a clean cut, move on, and not needlessly complicate things. My ex…

“What do you mean, ‘you’re almost there’?” Ralf’s voice was barely audible through the prattle of the nightly downpour. “Past the exit sign.” I leaned closer to the phone holder. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 30 at most.” I tried to come up with a quick estimate how long it would take to unload the hodgepodge of furniture and crates from the estate sale, but Ralf cut me off. “It’s Friday, Frank.” A pause, then: “We said Saturday.” Stumped, I just stared at the phone for a moment. “Seriously?” My schedule had been somewhat chaotic lately, and I was more annoyed than surprised that I had mixed things up. “Yes, seriously,” Ralf said through the rain and what sounded…

This happened to me many years ago, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe writing it down will help, so here it goes. My divorce had been finalized a few weeks before all of this happened. There were no hard feelings, no drama. To make a long story short, we had been one of those couples. Barely out of high school when we tied the knot, didn’t really know what to do with our lives, and once we figured that out, we realized our newfound directions didn’t align. We put it all on the table and agreed that it would be best to make a clean cut, move on, and not needlessly complicate things. My ex…

“What do you mean, ‘you’re almost there’?” Ralf’s voice was barely audible through the prattle of the nightly downpour. “Past the exit sign.” I leaned closer to the phone holder. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 30 at most.” I tried to come up with a quick estimate how long it would take to unload the hodgepodge of furniture and crates from the estate sale, but Ralf cut me off. “It’s Friday, Frank.” A pause, then: “We said Saturday.” Stumped, I just stared at the phone for a moment. “Seriously?” My schedule had been somewhat chaotic lately, and I was more annoyed than surprised that I had mixed things up. “Yes, seriously,” Ralf said through the rain and what sounded…

This happened to me many years ago, but I just can’t get it out of my head. Maybe writing it down will help, so here it goes. My divorce had been finalized a few weeks before all of this happened. There were no hard feelings, no drama. To make a long story short, we had been one of those couples. Barely out of high school when we tied the knot, didn’t really know what to do with our lives, and once we figured that out, we realized our newfound directions didn’t align. We put it all on the table and agreed that it would be best to make a clean cut, move on, and not needlessly complicate things. My ex…

“What do you mean, ‘you’re almost there’?” Ralf’s voice was barely audible through the prattle of the nightly downpour. “Past the exit sign.” I leaned closer to the phone holder. “I’ll be there in 20 minutes. 30 at most.” I tried to come up with a quick estimate how long it would take to unload the hodgepodge of furniture and crates from the estate sale, but Ralf cut me off. “It’s Friday, Frank.” A pause, then: “We said Saturday.” Stumped, I just stared at the phone for a moment. “Seriously?” My schedule had been somewhat chaotic lately, and I was more annoyed than surprised that I had mixed things up. “Yes, seriously,” Ralf said through the rain and what sounded…