I find it rather absurd that somewhere out in the world my husband to be is doing his day to day things. Working perhaps, maybe *please god no* on the dole and dossing in his friends living room watching the 100th re-run of Jeremy Kyle. I find it fascinating that the person that you're with now, isn't necessarily going to be your soul mate, however much you think 'they are the one' and that somewhere in the world someone is going to be there and your paths will cross at exactly the right time in life. Fate?
I never was one to believe in fate then when I was 17 after meeting a boy I 'really liked' as all teenagers do (I can't tell you how many people my friends and I 'really liked') I decided that each person chooses their own paths in life and make decisions of where they will undertake crucial changes and turns before they are even born. After meeting this boy a few times and even being taken to his house I knew that me and him would go no further. Mediocre things end for better things to start. Surfing the web at home one day I spotted a girl on Myspace that I used to know as a kid; turns out my '1st love' was her cousin and I'd totally forgotten. Fate? After convincing me he'd since turned gay and laughing at my gullible nature we decided to meet up and become friends again. I can't say I was shocked at his 'chavvy' appearance (I wasn't much better myself) but this boy was slowly turning into a man, 18 now, not the 12 year old I had known. I thought back to the other boy whom I knew I had nothing in common with and looked forward to this - although old in memory, new in face - man that I was faced with. Fate had it for us I knew that but to what extent it would portray itself I was uncertain. Now five years later fate brought me my daughter and left him by the way-side. A washed up, still chavvy (where I hope i've matured out of that phase) jobless man. A man fate didn't burden me with as my soul mate. Thank God!
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