I'm getting excited about attending my high school reunion this weekend with Gentleman Jack. We did have some of the same groups of friends when we were in high school together. We were acquaintances and yet, we barely spoke or hung out together at all.
I'm also bringing a few photo albums and videos from our high school days, including old photos of both Gentleman Jack and Soldier. (Though not photographed together.)
I KNOW the questions are going to come up.
"So... you dated (Soldier), didn't you? What happened there?"
I know he won't be there. Don't ask me how I know that... I just know he won't be.
But yes, I'll have to explain the whole story of how we reconnected, broke up, and then stopped speaking after his return from Iraq. I pray to God that I have the strength to be impeccably kind with my words. I hope that those people asking, who liked who he was (such a great guy!), won't be able to see the bitterness I sometimes still struggle with because I lost him as a friend.
And then there will be the inevitable question of, "Dating guys from our high school class? What's up with that, T? Are there no dateable men in Dallas?"
Oh and after I explain that the Gentleman Jack thing was a totally unplanned and beautifully unexpected surprise in my life, the next question will be, "So... who's moving? You or him?"
Then, "Well, if neither of you are moving, why continue?"
Yeah... not looking forward to those.
Then again, I recall my previous high school reunion when I'd been separated from my ex-husband for a little over a year, had gone from a high-paying, high-tech career to a stay-at-home-mom to a part-time and eventually full-time office manager job, my father was dying, my house was on the market, I had no dating prospects of ANY sort....
Back then, I bought myself the sexiest red dress and worked that reunion like I OWNED it.
Not a single person asked me those prying questions. Instead, all I heard was how gorgeous I looked and how amazing my life must be.
It's a decision: acknowledging that I do indeed live an amazing life.
Time to own it. Again.
Have a great weekend ya'll.