The Tale Of The Terrible PaintingLife can be an amazing thing. Hindsight brings us clarity, and occasionally irony. This post is just that...an illustration of the irony of hindsight.
It all began a year ago, at my department’s White Elephant gift exchange.
For those not familiar with the custom, the idea is that you find something at home (preferably without use, ugly, or embarrassing) and repurpose it as a gift. People draw numbers to see in what order they’ll get to choose their present, and can exchange presents with someone else. They’re a blast…easily the funniest event of the year.
So, last year one woman brought in a painting. It was terrible. No, really…it was bad. She revealed that her XH from years earlier painted it after she left him. It was to symbolize his love for her, how much he missed her, etc. This painting was the highlight of the gift exchange…and in the end, it landed right back with its owner. She hung it outside her cubicle - her new husband was happy to see it go, she didn't have the heart to take it back home.
I went home that night and told my (now ex-) husband about it. He thought it was the funniest story ever. It in fact spurred him to start his own White Elephant as his company. He always did get great satisfaction out of others’ pain…but I digress.
Fast forward to this summer. Throughout our entire divorce process, he insisted we attend the ba
At the end of the ba
So a year after this painting first entered our lives…the painting depicting an ex’s grief now hangs at my ex’s house. I’ve seen it. He did hang it. He’s proud of it, and the story that accompanies it. He thinks it’s funny. He loves the irony.
And I am left scratching my head.