Now back to my grandmother’s advice and my quest. During this not-so-little adventure I encountered plenty of kicks in the backside from mistakes I had made while finding my place in society and getting what I wanted and needed. Finding the doctor or the lawyer that my grandmother had suggested proved to be disastrous and unattainable at the time. It wasn’t because I …show more content…
I knew it was him from his HID headlights. They are so obvious and I was accustomed to his extravagant approaches, being that he liked big trucks, really big trucks. It wasn’t hard to distinguish his vehicle from just a normal passerby. Exiting the vehicle he rushed over to give me a well needed hug. Before he even got a word in edgewise, I busted into uncontrollable tears. Pretty sure it was the alcohol that caused my blubbering mess, but still, my feelings were real even as exaggerated as I had portrayed them to be. Releasing myself from his embrace, I looked him in the eyes. Struggling through my words with sobs and breathlessness, I asked him the question. “Who’s gonna want me? I’m over 40, my body has changed, and I have two children”. Honestly, I didn’t expect him to answer right away, only console my fears of being inadequate, but he did. He said. “I do”. Wow, certainly wasn’t what I was expecting. I was in awe. I couldn’t believe that after so many years, the man I fell in love with at an early age actually wanted me.