I've finally reached the penultimate in selfishness. In conducting a Google search for an old friend...I came across a reference in the records that he now has a wife. Like a bullet through my flesh. A WIFE. The burn through the tissue...the searing sensation...the shock - the dismay...and why? I myself am a wife. Married to a good husband. Mother to wonderful children. With a beautiful, full life.
I should be happy for him. As I expected him to be for me. He is my friend, and I am his. And always will be, to some extent, I hope...no matter how many years or miles or relationships separate us.
Am I hurt because he didn't tell me? Am I bothered because I found out in this removed fashion? This feels deeper. I can't even think about it...
