She'd feel bad about failing our marriage and leaving in the middle of marriage counseling screaming about how she's not the problem, and not talk to me for at least a year or two. 3 years after the divorce was finalized- she would offer to take me out to dinner at my favorite classical music and dinner place, hoping to surprise me by remembering which place it was- commenting on how well adjusted to human life i'm becoming for a cyborg... I remind her that i was once human when i was little child, and after an awkward silence we start up the conversation again.
A few drinks later- and a whole lot of reminiscing, we wake up in bed next to each other- wondering why we even split in the first place... only for her current lover to walk in on us laying there barely dressed...
Good times.
Elegia de beatus: dolore de realitatem...