I sat at the top table, glancing around, smiling. Seeing Mickey way in the back with his wife.
He looked good, so did she, and they had eyes for each other. I turned to those luminaries at my table.
Each of them had a partner. I was the only one who was singular. Husbands and wives, talking to each other, turning to speak to another, turning back to speak to each other, and me, sipping wine, pretending to listen to discussions beside me or directed to me.
For a few moments I felt so alone I wanted to run out of the room, but reminded myself that I was the guest of honour. This was my Award Dinner. This was for me.
For me, a single forty nine year old woman, who had lost any form of outside life for medicine. Who when, everyone went home with their husband or their wife, I would go home with my Award.
We can never know what’s in store, you’re situation could change in a heartbeat.
And one can miss vital opportunities or make the wrong choices.
I have a lifetime experience of doing both. I was 42 when Kathy and I married in September, 2000. Prior to meeting her I had a plethora of missed opportunities, wrong choices, and plain bad luck. I learned from all of it, and half of my posts share those experiences.
Oh so the story does hit particular chords with you
Yes I have been in places before,between relationships feeling like I was the only one alone. Perhaps some people are blessed to never feel like that but I suspect at one point in our lives most of us all do.