Lately, it seems as if the forces of destiny are trying to tell me something. I just don’t think it is normal that all they guys I meet are under the age of 30. Most remarkable is the fact that they are at least 10 years my junior. And I cannot help but remember that other woman in my life to whom this happened as well, and how much I used to mock her, and how she ended up being left behind like a sack of potatoes for a much younger woman when she reached the age of 50.
I know, I know. Any other 36-year-old would be completely amused by this, and I am. But I also think about that day, when I realized how cruel, how nasty, I can be.
We were all in my grandparents’ house, and there was a group of girls about my age there, who were the daughters of one my father’s friends. My dad had died just a few months before, and they were visiting probably to try to cheer up my grandparents. For some strange reason, my aunt and her then-boyfriend were there too. This is strange because my aunt was my mom’s sister, and my mom and my grandparents just did not get along, to put it politely. The only thing I can think of is that my mom and my aunt were not getting along at the time either, so “the enemy of my enemy” might apply here.
Me, being the obnoxious, confused and lonely teenager that I was, was trying desperately to fit in with these older girls, who seemed to be oh-so-sophisticated and put together. I made jokes, I cursed, I might have even drunk a glass of wine or two. And then, I saw them eyeing my aunt’s boyfriend. My aunt at the time must have been about my age, which made him about 26 or 27. These girls were 15 and 17. And he was cute. Really cute. Think about a young Miguel Bose, in a dark-haired version. And, did I mention that he was an actor? Heck, even I used to check him out. So I chose my strategy and decided to blatantly make fun of my aunt for being with him, a much younger guy. Saying how ridiculous she looked with him. That people must surely think she was his mother. That he would look so much better with either of them. And she heard me. I still remember the way she looked at me when I was going upstairs, joking with these girls, all of us laughing at her. If you have ever hurt someone so much that you still remember that look in their eyes twenty years later, you know what I’m talking about.
I know. I was stupid and insensitive. And now it’s haunting me. Karma is a bitch indeed.
If only hers would have been a story with a happy ending…!
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