The pieces of the puzzle started to fit together as I looked at the screen. A show about the most dramatic weddings was shown on the screen.
She was right there – Maya, my previous life partner – telling the tale of our disastrous wedding day with a vain grin. She related how she abandoned me at the altar in search of her “true love.” She claimed to have seen my tears, but she nonetheless chose her “true love.”
Susan’s shock reflected my own, her clench hands held out of frustration as she watched Maya’s bold showcase.
” She responded, “I can’t believe she’s still bragging about it.” Nevertheless, in the midst of my rage, I experienced clarity: Maya’s betrayal had brought me to Susan, my lifelong love, the greatest gift of all.
I turned to my wife and took her hand in mine, making a silent vow. Guess what?” “My voice remained steady with conviction,” I said. Give her a chance at fame.
We have something much better – a genuine, cherishing marriage.”
We then chose to concentrate on the joy and love that surrounded our own lives and turned off the television. I was thankful for the beautiful life I had built with the woman who had stood by my side through everything at that point and knew that I had truly moved on from the pain of the past.
I felt a sense of calm wash over me as we sat together and talked about our own wedding day. The warmth of a love that had endured the test of time had replaced the scars of the past.
I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be, in the arms of the woman who truly loved me, as I looked into Susan’s eyes.
