I was at my son's summer youth theater musical and it's the best. I love the seeing all the hard work kids put into it. They seem so grown up on stage, but afterwards you see them with smudged makeup and without their witty lines and you remember they're just kids.
I bought tickets to to the 50/50 raffle where they give away half the money collected to one person. I wasn't paying attention when they called the number and by the time I realized I had won, they called a second number. The winner was my ex-wife seated at the other end of the theater.
This isn't a breakup story except it is. A divorce is a break up that happens in a big way and a 1000 little ways.
But it's ironic we split everything 50/50 except for that 50/50.