It turns out, and not for the first time, that my anticipation of doom was premature (or just plain wrong). As if you didn't know already, the players in the conflict were Beloved and my ex-husband. Very complicated to explain how they could come to near blows professionally, but there it is. I was actually standing there, living in this world, watching them scuffle.
They were both right. They were both caught up in a political mess not of their own making. They were both doing what they had to do to for the good of the organizations they represented. And... it blew over.
My ex and I don't talk a lot, except for things to do with the children, but still, I had a feeling of wanting to avoid him this week. And I know that he actually likes Beloved, and is happy for me. He graciously called me and talked to me about something unrelated, and signaled that all was well. I was very relieved. I do not want us to be on bad terms. I do not want them to be on bad terms.
As to the other, TV-related thing, not a word, whimper or phone call. So either no one noticed or no one cares.
Beloved and I had a conversation this morning about... you know, the usual, me coming out, it happening on my timetable or on someone else's (or Someone else's). There is a mutual friend who seems to be wanting to raise the alarm. "People know!" she keeps saying. And it takes me, even if briefly, to a place of fear. But I don't want to be there, and I want to be in a place of peace and calm and que sera sera. And "What am I that you are mindful of me?" So. No fallout. At least, not today.