In Case of an Emergency

I sat in the comfortable lobby, filling out the short questionnaire about my medical history, as new age music softly played over the speakers.  I was so happy to be in the spa, waiting for my first massage in a while.  I needed this relaxation time, badly.  I filled out the standard information like my name and address, etc.

But then “that” question was there.

“Who should we contact in case of an emergency?”

Well, I’m not really sure at this point.

See, I used to have a standard answer for that question.  I used to have that one person that was my definite emergency go to.

But that is no longer the case.

Sure, I can still put his name.  I can still put his phone number. I can still have him as my “in case”.

But do I want to?  Would I rather put a good friend, because there is no other family who is local…

He should still care if there was an emergency.  I mean, I know he stills cares.  I think he still cares.

However, continuing to put him in that space doesn’t seem right to me. Since he cannot be my husband anymore then I probably do not need him to be my emergency contact either.

These are the hard, little things no one talks about in divorce.  Instead it is all about custody and dividing money and things.  It’s all about when he has the kids and when I do.  It’s all about who is going to pay for braces and summer camp.  It’s all about what I “did” to him or what he “did” to me and how we did not really mean for it to go this way but it did anyway.

But no one wonders about who their emergency contact will  be until they are sitting in the comfortable, nice-smelling spa lobby and it pops up on the info sheet they request you fill out.  And then things aren’t nearly as relaxing anymore…