I just found out today...the first ex died. 22 years after our divorce.

Going through the process of forgiveness, I decided to enter the various families and ancestors of ALL of the ex's, in my family tree, regardless of how I felt about them at the time, and I was so shocked to discover that one of the bugaboos died.

I remembered far more than I would have thought about his family.

But I feel so strange about it...that I gave all that anger to what he did to me...and he was already gone.