I was having a rough night last night. It was a weird day to begin with. Because of some events that had happened, I was upset with men in general, about how they are confused about what they want in terms of women and/or how they want to be treated.
So I had my ugly cry and got over it. And then something remarkable happened. The phone rang, and I thought it was the guy I was currently seeing, so I answered it (even though the number came up as "restricted" - the kind of calls I generally don't answer. ) But it wasn't him - it was my ex-husband (my first husband, my son's father.) He was apologetic about calling my number instead of my son's then got into how he has the number written down on a piece of paper and the end of the paper is curled over so it looks like another number. And then something close to miraculous happened. We laughed. We both laughed. We haven't laughed in years, but we did.
It was just a moment, but it was a much needed moment. Well, it was a much needed for me. It was a moment of laughter - and it was great.
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