My ex and I decided to split on a Friday night. Throughout that weekend, we wrote our separation agreement over a couple bottles of wine, with tears and laughs. We agreed on a one-time financial settlement, who would move out (me), how we would handle expenses for our son, the whole thing.
The Monday, we both went to work and he made some edits and we agreed to sit over lunch to review and sign it.
We went to a nearby burger chain. I had onion rings. I pull one out and it’s – literally – the shape of a heart. Not kind-of-a-heart-if-you-look-a-certain-way, but an actual heart shape.
We took it as a sign that we were doing the right thing. Then I ate it.
(Note: The one in the picture is not mine…I posted mine on facebook so don’t want to repeat it here, for privacy reasons!!)