Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Love in the Third Degree.
Today is proving to be a little difficult, and I hate that it is. Itâ€™s a meaningful date for me that brings back some sadness.
I woke up with the sadness of it. Early. I tried to sleep in so I wouldnâ€™t have to think about it but itâ€™s all in my dreams and wonâ€™t let go.
It didnâ€™t help that I spent nearly three hours last night with an interesting new man with a sexy mind. Iâ€™d really wanted some great conversation and I got it. Our (strictly) conversation would probably have taken the edge off of todayâ€”I hadnâ€™t realized how hard today would beâ€”except for one thing.
After almost three hours of amazing conversation and a tentative plan to see each other next week, this guy says, â€œUm, you know Iâ€™m married, right?â€
Yeah. Kind of a downer.
Added: This afternoon I had an email from a very charming man who was to be passing through here around noon and invited me to join him for lunch. I didnâ€™t get the message in time.
Added, more: And later that night…. The very charming man I missed lunch with got back in touch tonight. After a nice conversation, he decided to fess up. Heâ€™s not legally separated. Heâ€™s unhappily married and no possibility of a divorce. But it could always be worse, right? I could be married to one of these guys.