My story revolves around how my ex-husband’s girlfriend uncovered a truth about him that I had grown too comfortable with during our marriage. Through one significant question, she taught me a valuable lesson about self-love after reaching out to me unexpectedly.I’ve been divorced for five years now, and navigating life post-marriage has been an interesting journey.
My ex-husband, Ben, 48, and I, 45, were together for 13 years and had two wonderful kids. Even after our split, we’ve managed to stay on good terms.
We co-parent effectively despite our marriage having its ups and downs. Ben and I are best friends and have also maintained a friendship that surprises most people.
Our divorce wasn’t messy; we simply wanted different things out of life. Yesterday was our eldest’s 16th birthday, and we decided to celebrate with a family dinner. Ben has been seeing someone new, a woman named Lisa, for about four months. He told me about her as soon as their relationship got serious.
Transparency was part of our agreement to keep things open and honest for the sake of our children. He asked if he could bring Lisa to the birthday dinner, and while I wasn’t thrilled as I would have preferred to meet her one-on-one first, I didn’t want to cause any drama or be intrusive. So, I agreed. On that fateful day, I finally got to meet Lisa, who was friendly and eager to make a good impression, which was a relief. I preferred her to be a good person if she was going to be around my children.She had a kind smile and immediately struck up a conversation with me about the kids’ school and activities. I could tell she was trying hard to fit in, which I appreciated. As the evening went on, I noticed how attentive Lisa was to Ben.
It was sweet but also a little unsettling because I never saw that side of him during our marriage. I chalked it up to new relationship energy and tried to focus on the kids and the celebration. Halfway through dinner, things got weird when my eldest handed me a birthday card from her father. This caught me off guard because my birthday was months ago. No one usually remembers it, and Ben has never been one to recall such occasions. Don’t get me wrong, my children’s father is a great man. But he’s really terrible with things like anniversaries, birthdays, or any special occasions. During all the years we were together, Ben never got me a present or card. It was also my responsibility to handle events like the kids’ birthdays, Christmas, and more. His forgetfulness didn’t bother me. I thanked my daughter, feeling touched by the gesture.Lisa, sitting across from me, saw my surprise. I had assumed she’d made him get it, but then I noticed how she was giving me these funny looks. Unsure what they meant, I decided to mingle with other guests to avoid the awkwardness. But, Lisa somehow managed to get my attention. “Ben mentioned he’s not great with birthdays,” she said with a chuckle. “He forgot mine a few weeks ago. Is it intentional?” I laughed, remembering all the missed anniversaries and forgotten special days. “I have no idea, Lisa, but 13 years of marriage and two kids wasn’t the benchmark because he never really got the hang of it,” I replied. “It’s just who he is.” Lisa seemed disappointed and tried to hide it, but I thought nothing of it and wandered off to talk to other guests.
The rest of the evening went smoothly, and we all parted ways with smiles and hugs. Later that night, as I was getting ready for bed, I received a text from an unknown number. It was my ex’s new girlfriend. “Hi, this is Lisa. I got your number from Ben. I hope it’s okay to text you. I wanted to ask you something.”Curious, I replied, “Sure, what’s up?” Her response came quickly and when I read it, I was stunned. She hadn’t gotten over our brief conversation earlier and was asking if Ben’s forgetfulness of special occasions was something that could be fixed. “I know this might seem odd because we touched on it earlier, but I need to know…” “…Does Ben ever improve when it comes to birthdays and anniversaries? I don’t want to make a big deal out of it if it’s something that won’t change.” I stared at my phone, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of me wanted to warn her, to tell her not to ever expect much. But another part of me debated whether to give Ben a heads-up as it seemed like this was a serious issue for his new girlfriend and that she expected more attention to such things. Yet, a part of me resented having to teach him to be better about something he never tried with me. I also felt like it wasn’t my place to interfere. After a moment, I typed back, “Honestly, he’s my ex for a reason. I can’t say if he’ll change or not, and I’m not going to have the answers you need.” I continued, “It’s something you’ll have to figure out together.
Lovely meeting you, though.”Months went by without much thought about that night. Then, one evening, Ben called me out of the blue. “Lisa and I broke up,” he said, sounding frustrated. “What happened?” I asked, genuinely curious. “She kept making a big deal out of nothing, busy complaining about birthdays and anniversaries. I told her it’s not something I care about, and she just wouldn’t let it go,” he said, sounding furious. “It turned into this huge argument when I forgot our anniversary, and she left,” he explained, his voice tinged with annoyance. I sighed, feeling a twinge of guilt as I wondered if I could’ve helped them if I had been more supportive of Lisa when she texted me. “Ben, did she tell you it was important to her?” I asked, feeling like my responses to Lisa played a part in their breakup. He was silent for a moment. “She told me on many occasions that such things were important to her.”“But WHO CARES! You never made it a big deal,” he said defensively. Tired of coddling him, I said, “Well, sir, and that’s why we divorced.” “That’s mean, Kim,” my ex replied, sounding sad. “Look, I’m sorry, but I stopped trying because I knew it wouldn’t matter to you,” I replied calmly. “But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t important to me. Or to her. You have to meet people halfway.” Ben grumbled something under his breath, and I could tell he wasn’t ready to accept that truth. We ended the call on a neutral note, and I sat there, thinking about Lisa. She deserved someone who would appreciate her efforts and reciprocate her feelings. A few days later, I bumped into Lisa at the grocery store. She looked tired but managed a smile when she saw me. “Hi, how are you?” she asked politely. “I’m good, thanks. How about you?” I replied, genuinely concerned.“I’ve been better,” she admitted. “Ben and I broke up.” “I heard,” I said softly. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.” She sighed. “I couldn’t deal with feeling unimportant. I tried to explain it to him, but he didn’t seem to care.” I nodded, understanding her frustration all too well. “It’s hard when someone doesn’t value what you do. You deserve someone who will.” Lisa smiled sadly. “Thanks.