After more than 3 months, the itch of missing my ’siblings’ from my previous ‘marriage’ grew into a pain. A pain searing so deep in my heart that made me decide to battle the rain and traffic jam to go there and had a cup of coffee. Indeed I had. And a good time I bore. It was good to sit under the starts below the mist left by the rain (or was it the car fume?) and had a good laugh over things that once were my life. It was a good feeling to be surrounded again by those who were dear to me and hearing things that were familiar to me. But it was the best feeling to realize that I was not part of any of it anymore. Not anymore is a good word. Hence, I can develop a distance and laugh at it. The divorce was the one of the best thing I ever did in my life. It ended up with one of them dropped me off to one of the mall where I can get a registered cab and we had another kind of conversation along the way.

Unfortunately there was an aftermath. It happened that it had caused problems for one of them. It was maddening and yet its true. Oh dear. What had become of them? A communist party? Anyway, that’s none of my business. I just have to be more careful in choosing my crowds next time.

I had another lunch followed by coffee with one of them couple of days after. I got the explanation that after I left, the situation had becoming even worse. I listened and saddened. It was a great marriage. One that I intended to commit my self ’til die do me part. I did not comment much for I knew that my comment would not help. We spent few minutes in comfortable silent until we decided to drop the subject and discuss something lighter.

And to close the hectic and yet nice working week, I had a karaoke season with my friends. It was another series of good laugh. But this time it’s a sweet laugh, not a bitter one. It was not laugh made to cure depression. It was a genuine laugh for having a good time and realize that I am a one lucky girl. I got everything that I want. I had hit my sweet spot. What more could I ask?