This morning at my kid's school I ran into a man I haven't seen in at least a decade. It was a total surprise and strangely emotional.
He is the best friend of an ex of mine and now, by weird coincidence, his son is in the kindergarten class across the hall from my youngest son.
I have had two really major love relationships in my life. My kids dad and this guy.
It was an incredible love affair, but an emotionally devastating relationship and I am very much better off out of it, yet I think about him all the time. Yep, as often as that.
And so to have a tangible reminder of him this morning was unsettling to say the least.
He has a wife and child and now lives in Paris, I learned.
My immediate thought was that he must be doing great. A fashion design job in Paris? A wife and child! And it made me feel an inch tall. For no good reason, because it's not as if I am a crashing failure, but it did all the same.
I called my friend who helped me through that break up. He was actually the reason I managed to finally get out of it because "you don't need to be treated this way". At the time, I needed someone else to point that out to me.
The man had a rare, but no less significant for that, tendency to be violent. In real life, and in contrast to my blogging persona, I am a bleeding heart. I forgave him back then because he'd been an abused child and had more than his own share of pain. My friend said "call the fucking police".
I finally asked him to move out.
Today, as I spoke with my friend about the feelings that were stirred up I mentioned that he was doing well. Much better than he was back then with me. His response "We don't know that he isn't still fucked up. Being married and having children is hardly a reason to think someone is stable. I mean, look at you! You should hear the way I talk about you behind your back".
Ha ha. This is why I am friends with this guy.
He went on to say "I am so proud of you. Look at all the things you've achieved! You have two beautiful kids, a gorgeous house, a career. Yes you can choose to think that you're single and he isn't, but so what? Why are you even going there?"
Why am I going there?
Everyone has "that one" right? The one that just won't die in the imagination. In some cases the hurt is big and sometimes small or sometimes it's just an intangible wistfulness for how life might've been, if only things had been different.
And that man is mine.
My "what if?"
Jake Gyllenhaal
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