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Greatest Story Never Told: PART III
2 years ago · · Just venting,
Years passed. I got mixed up in the wrong crowd. Made some horrible choices. Lost my scholarship AND spent a year in jail. My life was barley starting again. In all that time I often thought of her if she was okay. If she was enjoying life. If she ever thought of me. I had finally started to get my life together when a one night stand called me one day while I was out and told me she was pregnant. I manned up. We got married before our child was born. We had settled into a comfortable life and I was still trying to see what I wanted to do with my life. So I decided to follow my original dream and become a lawyer. By this time I was 20 years old. I started going to school and thought my life was perfect the way it was. One day while leaving my night class I was confronted by a woman. She claimed to be the wife of my wife’s lover. She also told me she didn’t know if my son was mine or her husbands and she just wanted to let me know. She walked away and my life as I knew it shattered like glass. I dropped on all fours and sobbed like a child. I couldn’t move I couldn’t breathe I couldn’t feel. I don’t even know how long I was there until I smelled a familiar scent. I felt a familiar touch and saw a familiar tattoo on her hand. I looked up and saw my lost beauty. She had looked exactly the same but shorter haircut. She looked really concerned and had a box of tissues and started cleaning me up. In my rage I had punched my car window out(don’t remember this) and was bleeding from my knuckles and wrist. She had a first aid kit and started helping me out. She sat on the floor and introduced herself. (I already knew her sweet name. She didn’t remember me which made me super sad.) she told me she was a student here at night and if after she left if I was going to be alright. I was frozen again by her presence. I was pulled in by her smell, her eyes, her gentle touch. She had not changed a bit. “Now, your all done but if you don’t mind me asking are you okay? Are you going to be okay when I leave for class in 10 minutes? Do you need me to call anyone for you? Whatever it is you’ll get through it bud everyth....” I didn’t let her finish I grabbed her and hugged her on the floor. I just held her. I wanted to just feel a little love even for a second to let me know I was still alive. She hugged me back. Squeezed extra hard and I started sobbing again. Uncontrollably sobbing. I felt her let go and get up. Saw her walk to her car and grab a pink blanket, snacks, and her phone. She sat right back down and wrapped the blanket around me. I saw her open the crackers and hand me the bag. Then I saw her grab my then shattered phone and see the number I last called. She dialed it and called. She spoke with my mom and told her what happened and that I was okay. She told her exactly where to find me and that she will stay there until she comes. She then hung up and called someone else. I heard a familiar deep voice pick up and her tone became more gentle. She explained and he agreed. I also heard a small little giggle in the background. Her baby girls voice screaming mommy. She then hung up and proceeded to talk to me. “Do you feel at least the slightest bit better?”
“Yes thank you. I’m so sorry I just lost my mind for a minute.”
“Look you don’t have to tell a complete stranger what happened but promise me you will not hold this in. It’s bad to not talk about things. You can get through this everything will be alright” she grabbed my hand and patted it. My mom had gotten there and when she saw my hands she was furious. She had always hated my wife. She knew we weren’t the most ideal couple. She thanked Reyna and helped me into her car. I watched Reyna grab my stuff and put it back into my car. She handed my mom my wallet, keys and phone. She locked my car and my mom thanked her. She walked away and got into her car and drove off. I was in a trance state at this point and didn’t realize I still had her pink blanket. Which gave me hope. It gave me a reason to see her again. Because I loved her even after all these years.