This morning while I was getting ready for work, my heart was warmed by a story on the “Today” show. Unlike the divorce battle in Long Island, NY, over whether a woman would be allowed to keep her estranged husband’s donated kidney, organ donation brought Jim and Bernadette Tobin back together. The two married young and divorced after 27 years. When he needed a kidney transplant several years later, Bernadette stepped up and donated one of her kidneys. While they were both healing from their surgeries, Jim and Bernadette fell back in love! “She saved my life and changed my life forever, giving me the gift of life,” Jim said. The two were remarried last Sunday. [Today] Keep reading »
The other day, I was telling some stupid story about something ridiculous that happened in college and since my ex-boyfriend was integral to the story, I mentioned that he was there. It gave me some pause because I realized that my exes come up a lot. I don’t think I’m unnaturally obsessed with them, but I’m also not going to sacrifice the punchline to a good story just because I’m scared it’s going to upset my current beau. (Also, I know he’s going to be okay with these mentions, because, duh, he realizes that I’m totally not hung up on these dudes.) Funny thing, though. My boy Andy rarely mentioned his ex-girlfriends. At most, he’ll be like, “Yeah, I’ve been to North Carolina. Asheville’s amazing.” And I have to say, “Who were you with, [insert name of one of his exes]?” Which he either confirms or denies, depending on his mood.
We’ve both hit the point that we know what’s in the past is in the past and not necessarily affecting what we have. But I do wonder if I should be more prudent about my hilarious ex-boyfriend stories. Because even though he doesn’t care, I’m sure he also doesn’t really want to know. Keep reading »