Most people would probably assume that the darkest point in my life happened during my separation. A few might think it was during childhood. A couple really close friends might think it was when things went south with my first post-separation relationship.
There were some pretty bad moments - but none were my darkest.
The first date I had after getting separated was with a guy we'll call D. We went on one date - Starbucks, for coffee/hot chocolate. Over the next couple of weeks, he called a lot, but if I tried to make plans, he was "busy." Eventually, I gave up asking, and he stopped calling. I figured he wasn't interested, and I moved on.
Oh, boy (or girl?). |
I got
I figured he was going to say he got a new job, a new car...something. Seconds pass, and then this:
a girl pregnant. Life is a mess. Can't really talk.
Well, this was unexpected. Hallmark and Emily Post don't really have guidelines, so I responded as best I could. I said I was sorry things weren't going well, I hoped everything turned out for the best and told him to take care. [What would you have done?]
I was having a pretty bad week. I'd just celebrated my 35th birthday alone with my bffs Ben & Jerry. I'd gotten some pretty harsh news via facebook and was just not happy in general. I opened up my email to find a message from D:
Subject: Great News!
Body: The kid's not mine! How are you doing?
I laugh now, but at the time, all I could think was: Seriously? I'm 35, soon-to-be-divorced, with a job and a house I don't really want, I've just been dumped via facebook and now I'm getting emails from guys that are happy about mistaken paternity. How is this my life?
I remember slumping on my bed. I think I fell asleep; the next thing I knew, it was light out. I'm not sure how much I actually slept that night, but when I woke up, I started thinking.
If this stupid email - this ridiculous guy - was the worst thing that could happen to me, then I'd come a long way. I thought about how lost I was just one year before, and what I'd gone through to find my way back. That's the thing about hitting your lowest point - there's no where to go but up. Suddenly, you know there's not much left you can't survive.
That was my darkest point. I know because it came just before the light.
That was my darkest point. I know because it came just before the light.
That's a hell of a perspective. I love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you! I wish someone had been here to see the look on my face when I saw that email. I shoulda taken a self-portrait. Then I had a mini-meltdown. And then...it truly was like a shade was lifted on a window.
ReplyDeleteAs they say, "It's always darkest before the dawn".
ReplyDeleteIt's always nice to see the sun rise. Some days it means more than others. You had one of those days.
I definitely did, and am grateful everyday. :)
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