From all the people in the world, travelling from Toronto to Vancouver, guess who boarded the same aircraft as me? You wouldn't be able to guess, not even in a million years! My ex-wife and her new husband, apparently husband number three, from what I gathered.
Let me start by saying that I was invited to a three days conference in Vancouver, and because it was ending on a Friday, I thought of inviting my girlfriend to join me. Because during the day, I was caught with the conference, we made plans for the evenings, and the weekend. Jeannie never visited the city, and she was very excited about our trip.
The morning of our departure, we woke up late, and we almost lost our flight. I think we were the last ones to board the airplane. We went straight to our seats, without paying attention to the other passengers, who were already seated. When we took off, I remembered I didn't bring with me the cnc cutting guide. I had left it on the corner of the table, in my living room. I told myself it was not a big deal; I would read it another time.
For some reason, I had a feeling that we didn't start well the day. I looked at Jeannie and smiled. Despite the early hour, she was already energized. I kissed her hand, and told her I would try to sleep a bit more.
As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard a voice behind me, that gave me chills on my back. Someone had called my name, and made all the cells in my body take a defensive position. Before opening my eyes, I hoped I was wrong, and I didn't hear my ex-wife’s voice. I prayed that imagined hearing her.
There she was, standing on the isle, in front of us, smiling and questioning me on my destination and my companion. Jeannie didn't know who she was, and she was watching her talk. I introduced her to Jeannie, thinking how on Earth was it possible for us to meet this way? Ten years passed from our divorce, and despite of leaving in the same city, our paths didn't cross all this time. Why was it happening now?
While I was processing all these thoughts, my ex was trying to convince us to join her and her new husband for dinner. She revealed this was their first marriage anniversary get away, and they were celebrating it in Vancouver. We both refused her invitation, invoking a really tight schedule. How awkward would that be?
We wished her a happy anniversary, hoping that she would go back to her seat, and let us be. I didn't share her enthusiasm regarding this odd reunion, and I certainly didn't feel we needed to do some catching up.
Well, she did go back to her seat, and she returned with her husband. She made the presentations, and she insisted again to have dinner all together. It was such a weird scene! I saw Jeannie was getting uncomfortable. I whispered that I was terribly sorry to put her through that. It wasn't my fault, but I still felt guilty about it. I tried to put myself in her shoes, and I hated the feeling.