Okay, okay, so it didn't happen quite like that, BUT I did run into my ex-boyfriend while I was out with a friend for a drink. This is the man whose heart I broke over twelve years ago after three years of dating. The man who I always thought I would end up marrying, even AFTER I broke up with him. The man whose engagement news made me cry. The man with whom I envisioned having a romantic and sappy surprise reunion on Oprah someday. One look at him and I was swept back into time, in a way that made me question everything around me. He looked great, conversation flowed, and it wasn't long before I found out he and his wife are filing for divorce. He wants kids, she does not. All I could think was, "Is this fate?" What is the likelihood that we would both have marriage troubles at exactly the same time and then run into each other? After our run-in, my friend asked, "How did you not end up marrying him? He is soo your type. You guys would be perfect together. I love him!" Since that night, we have texted in a strictly friendly manner a few times, but we are both people with high morals and straight priorities, so unless or until I get divorced, I will never know whether or not we could make a second go of things.
More drama, but not as much fun as the above, involves the job my husband recently quit. Him quitting was a great thing: it means no more manager's meetings where he would be thrown into the path of temptation (Tramp), no more atmosphere promoting a young, hip, hot image, and no more BS from his district manager. He was offered a better job with a better company and the potential for wonderful future promotions. However, after he quit, he received word that he would have to pay back the company $6,000 (!!!) in bonus money. Yikes! That is a LOT of money for anyone, and I freaked out when I found out. Fortunately, my husband was able to earn about $4,000 by selling some of his more frivolous belongings, so the damage to our account was more like $2,000, which was still a big hit but left us with enough money to hopefully survive the summer. There is NO WAY I could leave right now, even if I wanted to!
And boy oh boy, did I ever think I wanted to leave a couple of weeks ago. I borrowed my husband's car, and decided to snoop around a bit. It didn't take long before I found a cell phone in his trunk, hidden underneath a piece of paper and some swimming trunks. My heart was beating out of my chest as I tried to turn it on. Unfortunately for me, the phone was dead. I slipped the phone into my purse and searched the house later that day in hopes of finding a charger. When I could not find one, I went to the mall to purchase one. I plugged it in, turned it on, and starting searching, but... nothing. No service, no texts, no unrecognized numbers in the call logs, no damaging evidence. I think part of me was hoping to find something, anything, that might give me that extra push to leave, and although I was very relieved to find nothing, a tiny fraction of my heart was disappointed (perhaps the fraction that is still in love with my ex?). In fact, the phone had not been used since the end of October, and I'm pretty sure that is when we got new phones, so I think I simply found his old phone. Why he would bury it in his trunk is beyond me, but I carefully put it back in hopes that if he ever has a REAL secret phone, this might be where he would hide it.
On a positive note, we celebrated our fifth anniversary this weekend, and had a fabulous time together. We are also taking a vacation in August (free accommodations and cheap air-fare), which I think will be a great way for us to see if we can reconnect more and for me to see if I can get back some of that lovin' feeling (I think I've lost it, really).
Until next time...