64: Peter & Lacey

[ P E T E R ] “It’s a great wedding, huh?” My eyes were glancing around the room and I locked eyes with my ex-wife. We exchanged a smile and I thought it was polite to make small talk. What I didn't realize was how awkward it was, talking to my ex-wife at our children’s wedding. “Yeah, it is,” she replied. I was holding a glass of scotch and she was holding a glass of champagne. We were both standing by the sidelines, watching our two kids share the dance floor as bride and groom. It was quite an ironic sight. Life had a pretty crazy sense of humor. I remembered a few years ago when it was Lacey and me out on this dance floor, dancing as the bride and groom. We were so happy back then. We thought we were in it for the long haul. And yet here we were, only a few years later and we became two divorced people standing at a wedding. “Thank you for walking her, by the way. That was really sweet of you,” Lacey said again. “Oh, sure, it was my pleasure,” I said. Ryder didn’t ask me to walk Ka