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《美食祈祷和恋爱》Chapter 60 (130):查理与前妻  

Richard from Texas was married once
too. He had o sons
both of whom are grown men now
both close to their dad. Sometimes Richard mentions his ex-wife in some anecdote or other
and he always seems to speak of her with fondness. I get a bit envious whenever I hear this
imagining how lucky Richard is to still be friends with his former spouse
even after separating. This is an odd side effect of my terrible divorce; whenever I hear of couples split-ting amicably
I get jealous. It's worse than that—I've actually e to think that it's really ro-mantic when a marriage ends civilly. Like
"Aw . . . how sweet . . . they must've really loved each other . . ."
So I asked Richard one day about it. I said
"It seems like you have fond feelings toward your ex-wife. Are you o still close?"
"Nah
" he said casually. "She thinks I changed my name to Motherfucker."
“才不，”他漫不经心地说，“她认为我已经改了名，叫作死浑球。”
Richard's lack of concern about this impressed me. My own ex-spouse happens to think I changed my name too
and it breaks my heart. One of the hardest things about this divorce was the fact that my ex-husband never fave me for leaving
that it didn't matter how many bushels of apologies or explanations I laid at his feet
how much blame I assumed
or how many assets or acts of contrition I was willing to offer him in exchange for departing—he cer-tainly was never going to congratulate me and say
"Hey
I was so impressed with your gener-osity and honesty and I just want to tell you it's been a great pleasure being divorced by you." No. I was unredeemable. And this unredeemed dark hole was still inside me. Even in mo-ments of happiness and excitement (especially in moments of happiness and excitement) I could never fet it for long. I am still hated by him. And that felt like it would never change
never release.
I was talking about all this one day with my friends at the Ashram—the newest member of whom is a plumber from New Zealand
a guy I'd met because he'd heard I was a writer and he sought me out to tell me that he was one
too. He's a poet who had recently published a terrific memoir in New Zealand called A Plumber's Progress about his own spiritual journey. The plumber/poet from New Zealand
Richard from Texas
the Irish dairy farmer
Tulsi the In-dian teenage tomboy and Vivian
an older woman with wispy white hair and incandescently humorous eyes (who used to be a nun in South Africa)—this was my circle of close friends here
a most vibrant crowd of characters whom I never would have expected to meet at an Ashram in India.