I couldn't believe what this lawyer was telling me,
"That is right Mr. Harper, you inherit your aunt's entire estate but only if you and you ex-wife agree to spend a weekend together in her mountain cabin."
At one time Jill and I loved to spend time in that cabin, I was so grateful to my aunt that she allowed us to use it anytime we wished. Yet now Jill and I are divorced and the last time we talked, it ended up in a big fight. Could I get her to stop hating me enough to spend a weekend with me, well there was only one way to find out.
Oh, I knew what my aunt was doing; I knew it broke her heart when Jill and I broke up. I met Jill while working for my aunt one summer, she had just been hired, and my aunt told me she really liked her. As Jill and I were the only people under thirty who worked there, it didn't take us long to become friends. She was as gregarious as I was shy, she was able to draw things out of me, and even I was surprised at some of the statements I made. Even though few would call her pretty, I found her personality enthralling and soon I was head over heels in love with her.
My aunt felt that we were perfect for each other and encouraged me to ask her out. I was such a bumbling fool and as I hemmed and hawed trying to invite her to dinner and a movie I looked up to see her smiling.
"Jess if you're trying to ask me out, I'd love to go out with you."
For the rest of the summer we were a couple, together as much as possible. Before I went back to school, I proposed and she accepted, we got married a month after I graduated.
So, how does a couple who were so much in love end up divorced and not speaking to each other, I wish I knew. I guess over the years it goes from hot love and hot sex to comfortable and sex by appointment. From there it is a short trip to tolerable and that soon turns to resentment. What was once cute and adorable becomes trite and boring. In court, I blamed my wife, but deep down I know most was my fault. As for my aunt, she kept trying to get Jill and I to reconcile, even after the divorce was final, she still believed we belonged together.
As everyone was leaving the cemetery after my aunt's burial I walked over to Jill and said hello, she gave me condolences for my aunt then told me she loved her as if she was her own aunt. Then we both started to speak at the same time, I then asked her to go first.
"Jess I don't want to be mad at you any more isn't there some way we can at least get along."
"That's just what I was going to say, do you have time to go get a cup of coffee. There is something I need to discuss with you and it's pretty important."
I had come to the cemetery in a hearse so we rode to a coffee shop together in her car. We chatted amiably; we talked of weather and sadness always avoiding the 'elephant in the room'. I told her my aunt loved her as one of her own and that she was always trying to get her and I to reconcile. Jill said that my aunt was the same with her, yet never insistent always just a gentle prod.