I had a lovely conversation with Maleficent a couple of weeks ago. Yes, that's right... LOVELY.
(And yes, that's right a couple of WEEKS ago. We don't talk every day. We are not BFFs, but on those rare occasions when we do have to speak I try my damnedest to make it pleasant.) It started with me apologizing for Cinderella being dropped off late from camp. It wasn't my fault, of course. It was Prince Charming's. He picked up the kids and forgot it was Maleficent's visitation day, so wound up getting Cinderella to her Mom's an hour late. Oh, it's fine. I was starting to get worried at first but then figured it *had* to be just that Prince Charming was dropping her off. And I know how he's always late. He is our (sometimes) neutral ground. Just another tie that bonds us, as it were. Ex Wife. Current Wife.
We have both dated him, lived with him and married him.
We know his quirks, his habits - the good, the bad and the ugly.
And, during the course of this conversation, learned that we both developed the EXACT SAME tricks to deal with his idiosyncrasies.
"OHMYGOD, you do that too? What about ...??"
Yep, done it all.
When we are able to share a laugh at my husband's expense, it breaks the tension.
I appreciate you stepping up to the plate and getting things done for Cinderella, especially since I can't. She can't because she's not allowed since losing custody and all parental rights. And she can't because her current medical condition prohibits her from being as active as she once was.
I take it with a grain of salt, but recognize and appreciate the effort it must have taken Maleficent to thank me.