“Elvis walked over and signed a few autographs over the fence. They were screaming. I had never seen this.” (Minnie Pearl)
She came to our home that night.
I found the whole experience quite interesting.
She came in, hugged me, was friendly and outgoing and we all sat down together: my husband, his wife and his ex-wife. I’d never seen my husband nervous; he’s a singer, actor and performer. He’s spoken at large conferences around the world, he’s sung the National Anthem at Utah Jazz games and other songs in other places in front of large crowds. He can speak or sing in front of thousands without a problem. But you should have seen him that night! (I don’t know if it was having to be alone with both of us, wife and ex-wife, in the same room at the same time or if it was because he had so much riding on that document and getting it signed—but he was definitely not his usual, calm self!)
I sat on the couch with him and watched him (literally) sweat. I admit, I was kind of entertained at the whole thing; I just sat there and tried not to smile. My former spouse is in federal prison until 2020, my husband hasn’t had to deal with a former spouse at all. I’ve been the only one of us to do that. And of the two of us, I’m by far the least comfortable with divorce and everything pertaining to it. I’ve been the one who has had to show up at Ramsey family events as “the outsider” (not the father or the mother); I’m the one introduced (if I’m introduced, some of the children never introduce me to anyone) as “the father’s wife;” I’m the one to have my husband’s children visit my home, eat at my home, hang at my home, borrow things, enjoy a friendship with me and interact just fine with me…until in the presence of their mother…and then it’s a circling of the wagons, sometimes a literal circling of their bodies around their mother like I’m a threat or a danger to her. As I’ve been the only one of us in our relationship to experience that, I confess, sometimes I feel like my husband doesn’t understand my position, doesn’t “get” my occasional discomfort. And then finally, it was my turn to sit back and let him experience a little of it!
My husband went through the entire document with us. He was slightly breathless as he read it out loud (the way you sometimes get when you’re nervous and have to speak or sing in front of other people.) His ex-wife was friendly and talkative the whole time. She appeared to agree with everything in it. Surprisingly, she nodded her head and made supportive comments as if we share the same philosophies and that they’re the way she parents, too! When he was finished, my husband handed the paper to her, she perused it a minute or two more…and she signed it.
She left right after that, we shut the door behind her and my husband looked at me with disbelief.
The document was signed.
And there had been no pushback on a single thing.
His daughter was coming to stay.
