Moving On

As usual on Friday mornings, I dropped off my son at his mom’s house. But we were a little early this morning. Earlier than normal because of an appointment I had to attend. As the garage door went up, I noticed her car in the garage, but parked far off to the right. It’s a three-car garage and she only has one vehicle. Then I noticed the second set of tire tracks where a vehicle was parked next to hers and had recently been moved. (Our roads are snow packed, so the tell tale signs of a car’s presence in a garage warm enough to melt frozen ice and snow from the tires and undercarriage is pretty obvious).

She had a visitor. An overnight visitor.

We’ve been separated for more than a year, divorced for seven months. I know she’s dated because the kids will talk about her dates and I fully expect she’s had sleepovers before. But the obvious signs of that in what used to be “my” garage – the place I kept clean and organized, the place where I watched thunderstorms, the place where I kept track of the kids outdoor toys, and yes, the place I left behind – the sight of tire tracks made me blink.

We blink and we move on and by Noon today I will have forgotten about the tire tracks in the garage.

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