You or your partner are no longer the same person you were when you married them. One of you has changed and the other didn’t keep pace. The gap bec...mes too large to bridge.”“Do people ever separate and then get back together?”“Sure. I’ve heard of lots of remarriage stories five and even ten years after a divorce, although I don’t know anybody that’s been on the journey personally.”Julie said, “That’s got to be emotional.”“I suppose. I do hear the term ‘happily divorced’ from some people, but. I punched in 0069 on the gate lock and made my way to the pool. I undressed, leaving my clothes on one of the lounge chairs. I went to the pool shed and found one Tiki lamp and fired it up. It gave just the right amount of light around the pool. With no sexy Hope around, I dove into the pool. The water felt nice around my body, and I swam some laps, and then I heard the gate open.Hope came out of the darkness dressed only in a towel wrapped around her. She walked to the lounge chair and set. On my first visit, he met me at the parking lot, driving his wheelchair. He showed up in apparently knightly armor, a lance upright on one side of the chair. A mace was on the other side, along with a scabbarded sword. The lance had a pennant, but in the center of the back of the chair, a flagstaff held high his heraldic arms of “A warrior with lance, mounted on a caparisoned wheelchair.” This ironmongery turned out to be plastic and aluminum foil, but it was the thought that counted. As he. Each time she would exit with alarge bag of clothes which she asked me to carry, and I resisted theurge to take a look inside each time. Just like last week, I thoughtthe suspense of knowing would kill me more than the surprise, plus sheobviously was trying to keep it concealed.Finally, she pretended to have a thought pop into her head even thoughshe wasn't a very good actor, and I could tell she had it planned thewhole time."Wait, I have a great idea!" she exclaimed. "Let's get our nails.