Well, not really ruined it. Before me, he was at the beginning of what would have been a highly successful career, making more money than most any other mid-20-something does. He lived in a cool city, had cool friends, and hot dates. Then we started dating. He moved back to this quiet, peaceful, but somewhat un-hip town to be closer to me. We got engaged and he further delved into what would become our lives by quitting his cool job and taking another that was local, and wouldn’t take him away from me all the time. We bought a house together which made it even more difficult for him to get away.
Then I did the unthinkable…I practically broke his heart. Call it cold feet, call it a cruel twist of fate, I asked to push back our wedding. After all he had done for me, I was questioning whether I could do the same for him…
We went on to get married and now have two beautiful children together. He is working and is successful at what he is doing. Our house is now a home where you can hear the pitter patter of little feet and, most nights, smell something good cooking. The cool friends are (mostly) all married now with children of their own. His cool job is but a distant memory, replaced with something practical and dependable. And the hot dates? The only hot dates he has now is with a wife that has birthed two children and has the c-section scars to prove it. But, he loves his children, he loves his wife. I think he even loves how his life has turned out.
But I can’t help but think how his life would have been different if I had just looked the other way at that party 6 years ago…
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