My close female friend thinks this is a case of fatal
attraction and warned me to keep my distance as much as possible.
But this is the same friend who thinks I’m heart-broken
about her upcoming marriage, when I’m not.
Life is full of ironies, new situations mirroring those I
have lived through in the past.
Back in college, I spilled my guts to another close female
friend when I broke up with Suzanne, needing someone to give me comfort.
These days I more or less suck it up and take advice like
this with whole lick of salt.
She – meaning the subject of my dismay – wasn’t in the
office yesterday when I stopped in to drop off copy, leaving me with a strange
mixture of relief and disappointment.
Not being in the same place at the same time is a blessing.
I remember when dating Suzanne, I had to share a table at
the Great Falls Poetry Festival in Paterson with her ex-boyfriend, only a week
after they broke up, knowing he knew I was with her, and I knew just how much
pain he must have felt.
Fortunately, I do not have that issue now, caring very
little about who she is with, who has become part of the select few she invites
to her Cloud 9.
I just want to be able to go to the office and not feel the
intense waves of hatred emanating from her.
She is kinder in some ways that Suzanne was; she keeps all
of her special people apart, in ignorance of each other, so there is no time
any of them will sit at a table, pinning over their loss and being envious of
the man or woman who replaced him. There will also be somebody else; but no
body knows who that somebody is.
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