It was spontaneous. It was nice. The other night, as I was watching the Portland Trail Blazers destroy the L.A. Lakers, I texted my ex just to say "Yeah Blazers!" When we lived together in Portland, we loved watching basketball and going to games. It was one of the things we both loved. He texted back. Turns out he was home watching the game too. A small chat ensued. I can't remember the last time we just pleasently chatted back and forth. It wasn't about our divorce or our son. It was unexpected. It was nice.
One of the hardest parts of going through a divorce is losing your best friend. I have terribly missed talking to him and sharing the ups and downs of our days. I've missed being on the same team, rooting for eachother. We started playing for our own teams and battling against eachother. Your best friend becomes your opponent, rival, enemy. It's a place you can't imagine ever being as you're standing their repeating your wedding vows. You're just left wondering "Who the hell is this person?" and "What happened to the guy I married?"
But the other night, I felt like I was talking to the friend I knew years ago. We've even had a couple more chats since. Perhaps a part of our friendship is returning. Or maybe it will be a totally new one, different, but even better than before.
I can see it now, just on the horizon, a friendship with my ex. It's beautiful.