I Thought My Husband Was the Love of My Life
I realize that man lives in my future.
I met a friend for a glass of wine. She recounts an old story. It’s a trip to my beach house years ago. I remember it well. It’s a night on the books for us.
A rare luxury of a girl’s weekend.
“Do you remember what you said?” she asks. “You’d never believe you said it today.”
“Not sure,” I say.
“He’s the love of my life,” she says laughing. “He’s not the love of your life now, is he?”
It’s fair to say my friend has contempt for my ex. She was front, and center for his abusive escapades. She’s done with him. Except for the occasional instigating.
She likes to poke the bear, despite my protests.
My ex is unpredictable.
I still have a healthy amount of avoidance, laced with fear. Unless it involves our children, then I can be fierce. A few months ago, it prompted me to spar with him.
Otherwise, I avoid him.
She’s loyal.
What can I say?
“Nope,” I say joining her laughter. “You’re correct. He’s not the love of my life. The love of my life lives in my future. He’s unexpected. I don’t know when I’ll meet him…
