An invitation came in today's mail. My presence is requested at the graduation party of the youngest son of an old boyfriend.His dad and I dated, and broke up, back in 1981. I was never really IN that relationship, never really gave it a chance. Were I to have been honest with myself -- and in those days, that wasn't one of my strengths -- I would have admitted that I was just biding my time until the guy I really wanted became available. (And, to my everlasting regret, he did and we began a tumultuous relationship that haunts me to this day.)
Even if I had been willing to dive in with both feet, I know he would never have this happy life with me. I could never be content as a mother of 4, working from home in a suburb somewhere in Wisconsin. So these things do work out just the way they're supposed to.
But still, it means the world to me that Dad still thinks to include me in moments like this. He was, and remains, a genuinely good guy and his esteem means a lot to me. I'm sending his son a $25 Border's gift card, and my regrets to his wife. But even though I won't be at the party, I feel like a part of the day.
This post makes me happy. I'm so glad your friend thought to invite you. And really, how could he NOT still adore you, even after all those years. You are a sweetie.
ReplyDeleteIn think one of the reason that I enjoy your posts so much is your sheer honesty... :)
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