Several years ago, my former husband (MFH) and I bought an L-shaped couch. We had a disagreement on which side should be the long side and which the short side. I gave in and regretted it when it was delivered. It was the wrong way for that room in our house. Not a day went by when I was laying or sitting on the couch that I hadn't wished that I held stronger and "won" the disagreement and made it the way it "should have been".
Fast forward five years. When I moved out of our home, I moved into the only place I could afford in our elementary school district - a condominium complex. I fell in love with my unit. Some of the things that bugged me about our house (which had been picked out for me), were not an issue in the condo.
And low and behold, guess what? The couch that was so wrong in my old house was PERFECT for my new house. And this room is much smaller and much less forgiving than the other room. And not a day goes by that I don't bless him for being so insistent on the way to have the couch made because it is perfect for us now.
After an exchange about getting information MFH needed for the boys, he said, "You don't have to worry..." I said, "I don't worry. You are the best ex-husband a girl could ask for." Funny how he was not a good fit for a husband. But he is a perfect fit for an exhusband. It is ironic and reminds me of the couch. Just changing his setting has made it so much better.
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