My (ex) husband was born February 10, 1960, which means that today he is 50 years old.
I am having very mixed feelings about this day. On the one hand, I find myself all mean about it, gloating in the fact that I am not hosting a small dinner party to mark the occasion. The dinner party that I began planning over a year ago. No dinner party for this birthday boy.
On the other hand, I am very, very sad that there is no party for him. More than very sad.
This is the kind of thing that I never anticipated while steeling myself for the divorce.
Odd stuff.
