Conversation

I met up with a friend of mine the other night for dinner. We hadn't seen each other in a while and she told me about her brother's wedding, how she felt a little guilty crying when when she visited the house the happy couple recently purchased and were busily fixing it up to be their little haven of domesticity. "I saw what I thought my life would be... they had my life," she said.

She still hears from her ex from time to time. I ask her if she ever misses him and she said, "You know, I have tried to remember the way I used to feel about him and I just can't. So much has happened since then. I don't remember anything about being in love with him."

She's a little lost right now. She doesn't know what she wants anymore. She's confused. But she's not unhappy. She isn't miserable. She's been through enough to understand that it can be (and has been) a lot worse.

Funny how time heals. I'm happy for her, even if she isn't very happy with herself right now.

OB