When my ex-wife and I separated in 1999 and divorced two years later, I by no means imagined that we might at some point spend per week collectively as mates.
Over the previous quarter century, our lives had hardly ever crossed, besides on the day our divorce was finalized and at our daughter’s marriage ceremony in 2012. But right here we have been, sitting throughout from one another, speaking not simply in regards to the previous however in regards to the paths that had introduced us right here.
It wasn’t simply nostalgia. It was an excavation. Over the course of our week collectively, I spotted that my reminiscences of our twenty-year relationship had change into skewed over time, centered on the fractures that led us aside somewhat than the ties that had sure us collectively.
Via dialog, we started unlocking reminiscences from our youth. She jogged my memory of the 9 months we lived with my father after each of us contracted mono throughout our first yr of faculty. Her tales crammed in lacking items and added new depth to my reminiscences.
We additionally revisited the challenges and occasions we’d each skilled throughout our time collectively—moments of pleasure, battle, and progress that had formed us in methods we didn’t totally perceive again then. Time and distance gave us the readability to piece these moments collectively in methods we couldn’t have earlier than.
For me, step one again to friendship took place three years in the past. I wanted her permission to restructure an outdated pension, which required an in depth monetary settlement. I despatched her a rigorously crafted proposal. Her swift response caught a mistake I had missed, however what stood out was her fast assurance: “I belief you implicitly.”
That second—her belief, so freely given—meant the world to me. It marked the start of a sluggish rebuilding of the mutual respect that had as soon as been the cornerstone of our relationship.
Since then, life has introduced us collectively in sudden methods. Two years in the past, our daughter requested for monetary assist, and I used to be the one who reached out to her mother on our daughter’s behalf. That dialog, the primary in over a decade, felt like opening a door that had been closed too lengthy.
Extra lately, I’ve been there to help her by her father’s passing and the tip of a long-term relationship. In flip, she has listened as I’ve processed the unraveling of my second marriage and located my footing in a brand new relationship.
This week collectively felt like clearing away the rubble of a collapsed home to seek out that its basis remains to be stable. We talked in regards to the methods we had each modified, the teachings we had discovered from failed relationships, and the brand new consciousness that comes with time.
In serving to one another course of our shared previous, we laid to relaxation ghosts that nobody else may have exorcised for us. These have been moments solely we may give each other—unstated truths we now had the instruments and perspective to grasp.
I’ve come to comprehend that therapeutic isn’t all the time about discovering closure—it’s typically about discovering new methods to carry the previous with compassion. It’s a sample so many people fall into—hoping issues will enhance as a substitute of addressing the fact. Recognizing this in ourselves isn’t straightforward, however it may be step one towards residing extra authentically.
At sixty-three, I’ve come to see that life isn’t black and white. It exists in shades of gray. Relationships—whether or not marriages or friendships—are hardly ever all good or all unhealthy. I carry immense gratitude for what we shared in our youth, the expansion we’ve each achieved, and the prospect to rediscover the friendship that lay beneath all of it.
Reconnecting with my former greatest good friend has been a present. Because the years cross, those that share our early chapters change into rarer, making these connections all of the extra very important—not simply as a hyperlink to our previous, however as a reminder of how far we’ve come. These shared histories remind us who we have been and assist us perceive who we’ve change into, anchoring us in ways in which really feel irreplaceable.
We’ve already begun planning the following chapters of this friendship. She’ll go to me within the US quickly, assembly my present companion, and likely, we’ll spend extra time collectively once I’m subsequent within the UK. What we’re creating isn’t only a rediscovered connection—it’s a residing, evolving bond that carries us ahead.
Typically, therapeutic doesn’t imply repairing what’s damaged to its authentic state. As an alternative, it means clearing away what collapsed and discovering one thing new as a replacement—a friendship that may stand the check of time.
In clearing the rubble of our previous, I discovered a friendship that would endure. I’m wondering how many people may uncover the identical if we discovered the braveness to start.

About Robert M. Ford
Robert M. Ford is a author of fiction, essays, and poetry, exploring household, reminiscence, and the connections that form us. His work has appeared in anthologies, literary journals, and on-line platforms. Initially from the UK, he now lives in St. Petersburg, Florida, the place he shares his ideas on household, writing, and on a regular basis resilience by his Substack, Brittle Views, and his weblog. His debut novel, Holding On, shall be out later this yr.
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