Work and play

By Johnny Fuery ⋅ January 8, 2006 ⋅  Print This Post ⋅ Post a comment

I spent the day at a client’s home. He’s almost as much friend as client, now, I think, having shared enough time and pain at the hands of his PC.

His fiance, toward the end of the day, discussed dating with me. Somehow in passing it came up that I had just broke up recently, and my “it’s just dumb luck” theory came out, along with some frustrations about how foolish/young my ex is. “Sex and the City” came up somewhere. :-)

Anyway. She told me about how she and her husband-to-be had been together for five years, but that the first three were “absolutely miserable”. They fought all the time, she cried every day, blah, blah, blah. After three years of it, a tragedy caused her to move in with her boyfriend, despite the tumult in their relationship.

Apparently they haven’t fought since. Now it’s supportive, joyous, and wonderful. The stuff movies are made of.

And I sit back, tonight, late at night, having consumed 8 oz of vodka and visited 6 different clubs in the past three hours, and I think (of course) about my ex.

I think about how willing I was to sit through some hell because I saw a light somewhere down the line, and how she wasn’t willing to sit through more than a few weeks of the same.

I think about three years of crying every day and how happy that girl looked today, and I know it was worth it for her. And I bet she didn’t have half the hope I have.

I still can’t help but be a little jealous, though.