This Might Have Been an Un-lived Life

A month of dating two different men was driving me crazy – not in my nature.   I gave myself a deadline.  Choose one or neither by September 1st.  

I hadn’t heard from Ric in days, but my time with John was heating up.  Although younger than me, our wits and sense of humour jibed.  He was easy to be with, and had a passion for life that matched my own, yet; there were concerns.  Mainly, I worried that as a non-parental adult, he might not understand my need to put my children first.

Ric on the other hand, had a daughter, and fully understood.  Although, our initial meeting lacked the spark and passion of infatuation, Ric was a man whose intelligence and practicality I admired.  He reminded me of my father, a bit – the good parts.  A go-getter, unafraid to tackle a problem, Ric made me feel confident about life.   

But here it was, the end of August, and I hadn’t heard from Ric, so I knew what I had to do.  I dialled John’s number and when it went to voicemail, I left a message inviting him for dinner the next night.  There I would announce my decision.

John didn’t call me back that day, nor the next morning.  As the day wore on, I became concerned, and then at 4:30 my phone rang.

“What are you doing for dinner?”  a chirpy male voice said.

“Hoping you’d take me out.  Didn’t you get my message?”

“No. Did you try to call? I’ve just dropped my daughter off at her mother’s from the airport.  We had a great week in Disney, but I’ll tell you all about it.  Missed you!”

And, the rest, as they say, is history.  

I think about this as I sit at another rest stop, letting Ric nap.  It is hard to imagine that this blessed life I’m living could have ever happened without him.  A life I might have missed, had another man answered his phone.

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

14 thoughts on “This Might Have Been an Un-lived Life

  1. Love this! Wish my mother were still alive – I’d read this to her. She’d recognize a soul sister. She was once a schoolteacher in Big Springs dating 2 guys at once and not comfortable (could never remember which one she’d told what, etc.). She told her roommate enough was enough – whoever showed up next, she’d send him packing. Daddy showed up second. Soon after, she learned the first guy was married and just hadn’t bothered to telling her.
    Hats off to Ric!

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