Would You Remarry Your Ex?
Wendy: It was insane! But superromantic. We're a bit impulsive. I had two teenagers and an 8-year-old, and Dan's daughter was 15, so you wouldn't think we'd rush into things, but I knew Dan would be great with my kids.
Dan: The problems started in 2001, when I lost my lease and had to move my restaurant. I was working 100 hours a week, and Wendy had just started law school. Our communication broke down, because we never had time to talk.
Wendy: I felt Dan was making business decisions that didn't include me. He was taking on a lot of personal debt to save his restaurant, and I was just along for the roller-coaster ride. I loved him, but after a year of feeling totally out of control in my marriage, I was done. I filed for divorce.
Dan: I didn't want to split up, but I was too exhausted to fight. And part of me also wondered, Who is she to tell me what to do? As it turned out, though, I sold the restaurant a few months after the divorce and went to work for another company in sales. And to my surprise, we started slowly getting back together. Wendy gave up a little bit of her stubbornness, and I opened up a little bit in my decision making. Then one day in 2004, I was on a business trip in Georgia when I came across the most beautiful lake I'd ever seen, Lake Lanier. I called up Wendy and said, "God, honey, I could live here!" By that time, three of the kids had left home. Long story short, within five weeks we'd bought a house and were living here.
Wendy: We really thought moving was going to clean the slate. We'd be far away from the life that had stressed us the first go-round and have much more time for each other.
Dan: But there were some big hiccups that first year.
Wendy: I had a close platonic friendship with a man I'd met in law school—which bothered Dan. Then I found out Dan was trolling Match.com. We were doing things to hurt each other because neither of us felt secure. So after two years in Georgia, I moved out again.
Dan: At some point, though, she came back to pick something up, and as she was pulling out of the driveway, I saw the brake lights go on. When she got out of the car, I could tell she was crying. She just sort of fell into my arms. I think at that point we realized, What the hell were we doing? We'd come all the way across the country together and we were just going to walk away?