DIPOLE MOMENT

I saw my ex-husband at the grocery store today. I've not seen/spoken to him in almost four years. I noticed him first and without looking twice, I walked right through him (like vapor). My first impulse was to engage him. I know I would have been fine with that. But since I was the one who wanted a divorce, I thought I would leave the decision to converse up to him.

He said nothing.

And that's fine. We don't have to be BFFs. But I have to say it was a bit strange, for a brief moment near an island of discount candy bars, to be inches apart. And in that little space between us we could fit all the things we like to pretend never happened.