Chapter closed

I have a Sunday tradition. The Sunday's that I drop off the kids to Ex, I go to my watering hole and have dinner and a few beers.
The difference this time, I wasn't pissed off. I apologized to her for being an asshole the past few months. I told her I'm not angry anymore.
I'm not. I don't like how the situation was handled (maybe I'll fill you in on that at a later date); that will never go away. But I'm not angry anymore because, quite simply, we never should have married in the first place.
She gave me two wonderful, healthy, beautiful children that I love more than the world. But we still should never have married.

I fired off about 10 gigs of video she has never seen and blew up her inbox, some is to big to ever go. Guess I'll burn it to DVD. I'm putting together a list of ingredients to stock in her pantry so my little girl can cook for her. Well, make marinades and rubs. She's 4 and does it very well with really no instruction. Delores had her chicken marinade. Watched her make it and everything.

I have large containers of spices that I'll split up with Ex after I move. She'll have to come over and get it, but we'll arrange that surrounding a kid pick up. My Daughter would LOVE to see mommy and Daddy get along for once. AND get to take back stuff from daddy's house so she can show mommy what she can do. She really is very good at it.

That door is closed. On to the next