I have a confession to make. Although the primary reason that I moved out to where I currently live is because of the great job I now have, one of the factors that originally motivated me to seek employment out here was a guy I knew 27 years ago. Have I mentioned him in this blog already? I don't know. But I know he has been on my mind - a lot.
I don't like to live my life with regrets, but this was one big regret that I had. I had met someone shortly before meeting my first husband. This guy and I talked on the phone a great deal. He would call me at work, and we would talk forever. Beyond meeting at a skating place, we never went out, but he pursued me until I got married, and then I never heard from him again.
I don't know why I never went out with him, and ended up with my ex. Sheer stupidity on my part, I guess. He was a great guy, and probably someone I would have been happy with. Maybe that was it - right from the start I didn't think I deserved to be happy, so I stayed with someone I somehow knew would make me unhappy than be with someone with whom I would have probably been a lot happier.
Hindsight is 20-20, I know. I wonder if I will ever have a chance like that, or if that was it, and I blew it. I'd like to think that opportunities do come around again, if you learn the original lesson correctly. I wonder - have I done that?
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