that's the one. My poor wife got to sit next to her. We're older now and we had dinner at my stepdaughter's house.
It actually went well. You gotta bury the hatchet some time.
But I'm telling you. Back in 95/96...it was really, really bad.
I'm glad it went well. My parents had a messy divorce in the mid 90s too, and whenever my dad is in town, we all kinda hang out with each other. people think its weird that my parents are "friends", but...idk....im glad there's actually more than just a tolerance of one another. my mother is a ****ing saint.....cuz my dad is a d-bag