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It Wasn’t As Bad As Everyone Said It Would Be

It was the second time that I attended an event that my estranged husband would be attending with his girlfriend. Everyone warned me away from going by asking if I really wanted to see him with . The event was about music and fine musical instruments from the collection my husband and I built over 30 years. And, it was being held at The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York City after the museum closed for the day. The event was invite-only, and I had my invitation. I didn’t plan to let some of the other attendees make me uncomfortable. I was going to attend, and have a good time without being concerned about being there.

You can read about the first Modern Family event here:

My husband and I separated after 28 years of marriage 3 years ago. We are reasonably amicable, and somehow share 2 homes. Each of us has met a new significant other in the past year. Although I was against splitting up, I am now in a place where I couldn’t imagine being with him again. With that fact in mind, there can be no jealousy with regard to whom he is with now since I do not want to be that woman.

When my husband walked in to the cocktail hour with his girlfriend, I already had had 2 drinks and walked up and gave them both a big hug and a kiss. That was fun.

My boyfriend accompanied me to the event along with my 2 sons and 1 girlfriend. It was so nice to be with someone who wants to be with me, and is happy to push my wheelchair and do whatever I need. We secretly and quietly laughed at my husband showing off, and of course made fun of his girlfriend because you know, why not? At one point he said she looked old, and I said can we say ugly, too? Not nice, but fun nonetheless.

There is a natural impulse to compare myself to the latest girlfriend. She really isn’t all that unattractive, but I felt the need to call her names, anyway. She has an athletic build for a 60 year old woman. I have a good figure, but it is far from athletic because I have a disability. She was wearing high heels and a leather skirt and vest. I have mostly, but not completely, gotten over my “shoe envy” as described in this story:


One of my sons is a photographer. I insisted he get a shot of our “Modern Family” all together before we left. The other son’s girlfriend took a photo of my husband, his girlfriend, my 2 sons, my boyfriend and me. Very progressive, I know.

The following story describes a common malady related to the struggle to get past the break up of a long term relationship:

I was with my husband for nearly 40 years. It isn’t easy to adjust to seeing him with someone new, but being at this event helped me get used to the idea. I can feel myself slowly moving from “wondering” to “whatever”.

Thank you for reading :)

Young stroke survivor, mother, champion equestrian, tambourine player, storyteller,

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