Friday, October 15, 2010
On the mornings we were angry, the routine was the same, except there would be civil greetings but no smile.
The styrofoam cup of tepid coffee – sugar no milk – sat untouched in front of me as I listened to the neutral mediator work through all the issues my soon to be ex-husband and I needed to resolve.
“Because you share the same base of information, it will take less time to negotiate something that makes sense to both of you,” the mediator said after he invited us to sit down at the conference table in the center of his office.
It took one hour. We were married for a short time and there were no children to share.
Today, I sat in the coffee shop near my office and saw him walk by with her, his arm around her shoulder and throwing back his head as he laughed at her words.
I wondered if she waited on the bed for that first cup of coffee or if she sat with him at the table after serving him breakfast.
“Do you want a refill?” The waiter stood at my right and held the carafe over my cup.
I nodded and while he poured the hot water into my cup, I asked for a fresh teabag.